The Sentinels i will wait under the tow like lions do

the man staggered unsteadily to his feet, shouting words that lasher could not decipher. a warning growl rose in the druid's throat, only to be bit off by the obvious sight of this wolf's weakness -- he could do no harm to the hale glen-dweller. stepping forth, he grasped the top of the newcomer's muzzle with his jaws, mouthing the skin there as gently as he might mouth an egg, with not a tooth to break the skin. it was a gesture of dominance, and despite the addling of the wolf's mind, primality engaged and he sank to the snows. "now," lasher muttered crisply. "we will keep him warm, but i cannot give him succor here."