Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

Not the least bit unusual for him, the yearling remained silent, listening and observing the interaction before him. The splotch-patterned wolf, though not unnoticed, was offered little of the boy’s attention save for the urge to follow him—but he remained where he was at Thuringwethil’s side, awaiting the order to either proceed or attack. And although neither was offered to him, the continuation of the leader’s movements told him to follow, but he was slow to do so. Hanging back for a moment too long, he glanced over their surroundings and listened for footfalls, ensuring there was no one coming up to attack them from the rear. Once satisfied with his lack of findings, Hvitserk continued forward, catching up with and then keeping to the right side of his heda.