Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

He's joined from ahead, and his jaws click shut with angry force around the space she'd occupied just a blink before. The intruder makes to flee and as soon as his paws land appropriately, he's gathering them up again to lunge after her in pursuit. In the next breath, he realizes just how thoroughly they have her surrounded and how her way of escape has narrowed so rapidly. Thuringwethil from the front, and Lucani blocking off the extra, he's confident in this.

When the she-wolf grovels at the sight of her outcome, he snarls. Such an openly presented appeasement reins him back just the slightest, but the intensity of his every fiber is not fading so swiftly. His momentum moves him close even with her belly-up on the ground, and he looms aggressively with his teeth close. She does not seem like she may try anything, not with this already borrowed time, but he's to serve as a grim reminder of what may still await her. In this pause, Dio glances to Thuringwethil, poised and ready.