Moonspear bad blood

A familial growl rumbled in his throat at the nip to his shoulder. It didn't take Hydra long to get to the point and he nodded with a serious expression on his face as she cut into the subject of Rannoch. It seemed a strange detail to him that the wolf they fought against smelled like death. That he kept on fighting when he should've realised he was outnumbered from the moment the triplets were upon him.

Those were strange details and Charon frowned. "Strange. Do you know where he was from? Recognise him from anywhere?" he asked, though he feared the answer was 'no'. "We should keep on guard. The Glen's never been dangerous, wolves've known to stay away from us." Unfortunately with the coming of this wolf it was no longer so. "I've never seen a wolf by that description in the Glen before. Maybe we should send out a few patrols of two or three wolves each to see if we can find this wolf." Charon pondered if he should, or if they should just let it be. For all they knew it was a passing by loner who was desperate or crazy and who'd die soon or travel elsewhere.