Dragoncrest Cliffs everlong

When the second wolf appeared, a dark beast reminiscent of his encounter on Easthollow's border, Ephraim's first instinct was to sink low to the ground. He replayed his memory of that event over in his mind and though he was too dead on his feet to really feel it, he could only hope not all dark wolves were like Valette and Stark. His limbs shook with the effort of holding him in a crouched position but he didn't dare to lift his head or shoulders, expecting that he would be turned away just like his family was before.

This time he didn't have his strong, stoic father or his cunning mother to offer their skills in exchange for his life. He had only himself and that was pitifully little to offer. His eyes skimmed over Thuringwethil's chest, half desperate and half afraid, as Étoille spoke over his head.