Shadewood We'll all die young

Before he makes impact with the trespasser, another fool comes to stand between him and his target. The Bull decreases his charge, just enough that he does not squish either wolf. Although he is likely to bump into his packmate, if she did not shy from his approach. He remains stoic; head lifting to loom over his nameless packmate with alert ears. Explain? The Bull snorts, shifting his hellfire gaze towards the trespasser in question. At least the boy tucks tail and scurries out of the Keep’s borders. The “explanation”, however, leaves much to desire. ‘Fools.’