Frostfire Ridge she speaks a language

He barely has enough time to react before the man slams into him with with all the force of a bullet train. The priest is bowled over, his thin form buckling from the sheer weight of the other, much larger wolf. His shoulder thrums with a dull pain from the impact and he grits his teeth from it, only to cry out when a stinging sensation sears from his hind leg.

The next few moments are a blur as both wolves right themselves amongst the dust that was kicked into the air by the stranger's charge. Awkwardly, Phares turns to face the man, standing on three unsteady legs with confusion and hurt scrawled upon his features. "Wh—!" he tries to begin, before being cut off by the man. Reek. Why were others always referring to him by his old name? "How do you kno—" he tries again before suddenly the beast charges again and the priest has no option but to lower himself and brace for impact.