Phoenix Maplewood and with that timber, burn a hundred fires

consenting to all injuries except death and loss of limb

Dawn's cry brought his ears forward in a dramatic fashion, scaring away the young deer he had been chasing through the thicket. There was no inkling of regret for the prey lost; there was trouble in the call, an urgent summons. Without hesitation, Shale crashed through the brush, taking the shortest way he knew to get to his niece.

A great pale brute was locked in conflict with Dawn, with a newcomer to the pack--Loir--coming to her aid, as well as Aliac. Knowing the story about the white-furred wolves in the Maplewood, his hackles rose, and his eyes raked the trees, searching for more ivory figures. Finding none, he launched himself into the fray, teeth bared in a rumbling snarl.

He hit the white wolf from the side, hoping to knock him over and onto his belly. His guts would paint the forest floor today.