Grouse Thicket put on your war face

It was good that she didn't ask if he feared her; Dagfinn would have laughed. Even if he had heard of Laurel's misdeeds, the dark youth felt he had nothing to worry about. If Laurel attacked him, he would overpower her. It was as simple as that.

But she didn't ask, and he didn't laugh, and the winter night stretched on around them like a wildcat stretches in its sleep: peace for a time, but inherently dangerous. Dag didn't trust it, but he reveled in it all the same.

"There is a pack just over there," he answered, tilting his nose to indicate the direction of the Golden Glade. "Reek and Jhala will take it over, and we will help him."