Sheepeater Cliff consume

He walked out of the foliage and approached the two wolves. Tiarnán looked bedraggled and starving, flattened against the ground, stiff. The assassin growled softly and glared at him. "You little shit." he hissed. "Where the fuck have you been?!" He knew that the boy did not understand his language, but he hoped that he could sense the anger in his voice. He was worried about him, but not in the compassionate way. He was worried that he was captured by the Horizon Ridge wolves or that he had died along the way, taking away another hunter.

His icy glare turned to the white she-wolf. "I assume you know him. Do you know his language too?" The dark wolf never learned what second language the boy spoke, but he hoped it was a common one, and that someone else would understand him. It was bad enough that Sitri just had horrid grammar, but now there was a wolf who didn't even speak his language at all.