afire.

Olor growled in surprise when the wolf said they were trespassing. He was going to go clamp his jaws into Ollie's scruff when another wolf barrelled into the area. He growled at the approaching wolf, placing himself in front of Ollie. If it would come to a fight, he would defend Olivia with his dying breath.

He mentally berated himself when he realized they must have crossed on their way towards this pool. They were both distracted with the task of finding shade and solace for a brief time that they could have crossed it without realizing. Cursing silently, he flattened his ears to the threatening wolf and lowered his head, but did not take his gaze off of the platinum wolf. Olor could not give them a good reason to let them go without punishment, but if he wanted to kill them, then he would try his best to communicate to them to let little Ollie go.