Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

It seemed as though there was no need to call, as another wolf came upon the scene. He had only caught glimpses, yet not learnt his name. Soon, the whole pack, or so he thought, was on the scene. He rushed down to join them, taking an angled position towards the front of the beast, releasing a warning growl.

But he did not see what came next. One of Fitz's children was ceased by the puma in it's jaws. One false move, and it would surely die. Perhaps there was no way to fight without loss. But they did have a slight advantage. Zaria had weakened it with a strike to the neck. Chaska took the beast's words to heart. They were true. If they were to attack, Mason would surely die. There had to be another way. And then the beast began to retreat. If they were to do something, it would have to be fast. He looked to Fitz, awaiting an order.