Blacktail Deer Plateau I am home, Countess

He almost felt sympathy to Grezig, but as he pulled a peripheral gaze from the sterling, he felt the presence of the dark Alpha past his own vicinity. A flattening of ears and a dipped skull- nares nearly touching the ground, showed his allegiance to the dark leader. That was as good as it got, considering the wolfdog couldn’t do much else other than cower on the ground like some kind of rug.

Such a depressing and sickening thought rose bile bile in his throat. 

Watching the scene unfold, he stayed silent, trying to discern who this stranger was to everyone. Friend? Or foe?