Wapun Meadow veiddur

 He remained silent through Tauris's explanation, his blue eyes catching hers; an unspoken affirmation hung upon his dry lips.

Good wolves.

Ikaros imagined himself in Germanicus paws; Had their roles been reversed and Ikaros sent to track down Tauris, and in failing to do so would he too be branded as a traitor? His mouth felt fuzzy, his gut twisting in worry. 

Wasn't Germanicus a good wolf if he spared the life of another?

How close did Ikaros come to this man's fate upon stepping past the border and stealing food?

He reminded himself none of this mattered at the moment. They had a job to do—and easy as it was to spot the wanted man, they weren't done. Not yet.

Watching with a covered gaze, head hung low to the earth in an attempt to hide the soft part of his neck less things get messy, Ikaros looked between the two. Tauris was strong, but he doubted she could take on a wolf of this size. Ikaros wasn't built for fighting, nor did he have any experience.

Luckily the man appeared calm, and positioning behind him, Ikaros waited for Tauris to lead the way.