Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

How did so many wolves materialize out of nowhere? Riley watched each of them with a nonplused expression as they seemed to arrive all at once. He had scented Donovan on the wind and had coursed it, coming to a head with both parties gathering in a secluded bosk.

He had never traveled far the day they had accosted him. For both his own sake, and the fact his injuries hindered any sort of great traveling.

He supposed if anything, his presence here could serve as a reminder of the truth — for he did not trust these wolves, who were clearly liars to begin with. What wolf claimed they owned a neutral forest? And now they were acting as if they owned here too..

It didn’t occur to Riley that these wolves knew his alignment with Donovan — he had not smelled like the man or his pack the day he had been attacked, for his presence in the redsands had stretched a mere two days before he had departed to find Esme. How long ago that day seemed!

Riley climbed carefully atop a shattered boulder not so far from the group — surveying the hostiles with not an ounce of love in his anzac-gold gaze.