Fox's Glade i’ll dig her up tonight

Arlette frowned when the man called for them to let him go. She reluctantly let him go but stayed defensive in case it was a ruse. Merrit was still holding him though. The female looked at her brother with big eyes. She had never seen him like this. Perhaps it meant, that they both have changed. She watched how the male flipped him to the ground with brute force. The female wanted the male with wide eyes.

"Merrit," she spoke quietly. "Let's just bring Clay home," she ended a whisper. This male was clearly something wrong with for him to want to eat the flesh of wolves. She shuddered and moved to Clay. Her face fell, that dark sadness returning to the foreground which she had so successfully pushed away. Her little brother, barely recognizable. He was far too young.

She would have traded places with him, if she was able.