The Sentinels hide your kids

Wahahahah >:D Also totally cool with injuries and things!

As ever, the lumbering giant stayed within a howl's distance from Wednesday. He had a certain loyalty to the woman, though whether it born from respect, fear or admiration (if anything) it was hard to tell. She was certainly useful, though, despite her antics. She seemed to share Gristle's hunger — actual, physical hunger that was perpetually present within him — and general nonchalance about the ways of the wild.

Still, Gristle spared a slight thought as he passed over the borders of claimed lands as he followed his companion's trail. Instinct tugged at him, urging him to back off and away from the territory as he drew closer to the heart and the scents of others. He had not the chaotic nature of Wednesday, but neither was he a generally good man. He simply lived and went with life. A true neutral.

But loyalties were loyalties.

The man charged through the tall trees, paying no mind to what he stepped on and where. His focus was solely on finding Wednesday. After that, he guessed he would engage with the fight that was surely to come. Already, the scent of other wolves were nearby. Two males. Another female. Others were scattered here and there but these were the strongest. He came upon the girl lagging behind the group just as he heard Wednesday's summons. She was small and a non-threat and so he barrelled past, making no effort to dodge her in case she got in the way of his charge. The man set his dark gaze upon the two wolves hot on Wednesday's heels, eager to instigate a surely messy brawl. Whatever his companion's intentions were, he did not know or care, but he surely didn't want to miss this.