Sleeping Dragon Be the Wolf

In case the thread stays!

Sangilak had been nearby; she had seen a distant figure and, not catching the scent of the wolf, moved in at a rapid clip. The call of Thuringwethil allowed the she-wolf to know that the leader knew, and caused a call of her own to alert the pack to die in her throat. Her mounting aggression could be taken out on this wolf, who was at fault for his proximity. That he was a Phoenix wolf mattered nothing to the simple woman who drew closer by the instant. Words were wasted on the wind; if he did not turn and go, then, Sangilak would answer them with only her violence.