Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

He knew the day would come, it was only a matter of time for the islanders' enemies to come for them, and they had it easy, the island gave no chance to escape, they were surrounded.

"Naya!" Malcom Shouted at her, furious, when his sister took off after the Alpha. He followed too, full of fear, for what he knew the mountain wolves could rip their heads off with no effort, they were a weak group, an easy target.

He reached the two females who were standing in front of the intruders, and he recognized a few faces, the pretty faced bitch that got him into trouble a while ago in the Neverwinter Forest, the earth coated Jerk that backed her up, and their violent boss -Fuck..- he said inside, if they recognized him they'd kill him for sure. He would've spoken and used his charisma to try and help to cool things down, but he'd leave it to Ypres this time, the mountain wolves wouldn't like if he even made a sound.

Malcom made his way to his sister's side, he'd protect her under any circumstances, even the ones that would most probably cost him a lot. He was a survivor, and he'd hold his ground.