i ate his liver

The grizzly bear followed his new employer and her counterpart obediently, flat iron eyes ever watchful for shadows as they went. It would reflect very poorly on him indeed if he allowed either of them to be injured on the way to the real battle, thus there was not a chance Andrus was going to let it happen by letting his guard down. When the anguished howl sliced through the quiet, he in no way felt surprised. Ptarmigan's claim may be beyond doubt in hers and Viggo's eyes, but the mercenary was not so naive. He believed fully in her ability to lead, but he knew the battle for her right to lead had yet to even begin.

As they approached the summoners, Andrus raised his head and tail high enough to claim dominance from them, but not enough to take it from the black femme at his shoulder. His eyes narrowed slightly as his calculating stare swept across the competition. One yearling, a wolf near to their age and an old man--all three of them clearly the leadership of this pack that was now Ptarmigan's. It would seem that the trio had the upper hand against these pack wolves, for all three of them were older and more experienced than one of their lot and the same age as another. The last wolf though, old he may be, but Andrus sensed a power about him that he did not trust.

The swarthy woman spoke her piece to them--words that were dripping with her characteristic fearless arrogance. Andrus hardly heard her, so focused on his opponents was he. He had no doubt that Viggo was doing the same, for in the short time he had known the man he had come to know his devotion to the dark beauty. It was his loyalty would protect the woman today--that and Andrus's impeccable work-ethic.

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edit: Fixed his age-assessment. Sorry, @Kaname that's what happens when I research five days before I actually post--the brain don't work like she used ta Xx;