Haunted Wood You think you know somebody

If ganging up on a rival was cowardly, then the black she-wolf was a much bigger coward than the pair of youths. She darted away even as she called for backup. Wildfire felt both piqued and afraid. Her amber eyes flicked to her brother's face even as Nightjar looked to her for guidance. Perhaps if she hadn't been partially lame, she would have stood her ground beside him. But her sprained ankle and worsened coordination could get them both killed. It just wasn't worth it.

"We should go," she said to him. "We'll get them next time," she added, moving nearer to Nightjar and bumping her smudged snout against his muzzle. It was part apology, part camaraderie. "Come on," the svelte young she-wolf said, casting a wary glance over her shoulder before she began to hobble-trot back toward the edge of the forest.