Sleeping Dragon Howlite

Portia expressed her gratitude. To the outside world, it probably looked a little weird with one wolf happy as a clam to receive the head of another wolf. The idea causes him to smirk but he brushes it off to find she seems to be in a little rush to get things moving. Frowning, Gavriel knows he can’t give her the best answer—or the answer she wants to hear.

“It’ll take the birds a few days, at most, to pick it clean, but with a wolf head you really want to make sure it’s cleaned,” he explains. “Not a lot is passed from our prey to us, but one wolf to another, who knows. And who knows what was wrong with this one,” he says, turning back to the body left on the ground. There weren’t enough damage done for a wolf fighting properly for its life, nor did Thuringwethil bear the wounds she should have.