The Sentinels hide your kids

He heard, distantly, the call of a young cub that echoed their father's howl, and suddenly realised Wednesday's intentions. But what use did she have with a child? Fresh meat was the only thing that came to his mind — as he knew of his companion's cannibalistic tendencies — but why go to all the trouble? An easier opportunity had presented itself just a few days beforehand on the cape, and he had been certainly much larger than a pup.

Gristle didn't have much time to dwell, for the chase was abruptly halted by a streaking shadow. He heard Wednesday trip and stumble, and the surge of pack wolves came to meet them.

His focus quickly turned back to his own battle, though. One had turned to him, the larger grey one. Gristle slowed his charge as the beta bore down upon him with snapping teeth and a force that reckoned his own. Claws dug deep in to the frosty ground as he met his lunge, being shoved backwards by the sizeable male. He reacted with a flashing of his own fangs, aiming to snap at the man's scarred face. Wednesday was quick to begin her retreat as the scent of blood and more pack wolves filled the air. Gristle snarled. The fight had only just begun!