The Sunspire black seas

Suddenly, it was over. Redshank kept his head low as the two alphas spoke, Liffey trying to plead his case while both Rannoch's voice and words were heavy with something akin to regret. A flash of anger shot through the Cairn's eyes and his tail whipped behind him. Bullshit. That man had issued the order and would not have stopped it if his wife hadn't intervened. He had no idea what this Moonspear was but it sounded equally as horrible as this place. His gaze flicked upwards as the pale female regarded him, his response only a subtle wrinkle of his lip as her mate then reprimanded him. Disappointed. Redshank could've said the same. He had wanted a battle against the man, but the spineless coward buckled from the pressure of a wolf twice as small as himself.

As he then moved towards the seething Screech, the boy let out a low snarl. Get away from him. It was cut short however, as the dark brute suddenly grabbed him by the collar at his neck. He was heaved into the air and roughly shoved a few steps towards the borders. He stumbled, about to meet the man's growl with one of his own before his eyes met those of the large female who had been hovering at his hind leg, his blood still marking her teeth. She loomed above him menacingly, and finally the boy relented, lowering his ears defensively as he was escorted away from the scene. He cast one last venomous glare back at Rannoch before catching sight of his friend - he could only hope no harm would come to him, regardless of what the alpha had said.