Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

Wallace stepped back in surprise as the pack he had previously considered peaceful, even weak, attacked him. Zaahira, of course, was the first to attack.

Wallace tries to dodge the female, but he reacted too late: a sharp pain made him shiver. He felt all of Zaahira's hatred in that bite. "Wild!" he yelled at her, throwing himself to the ground and writhing.

He tried to break free, to run away from that place, home to wild wolves. What did Sunspots matter? His brother would have to fend for himself in that hornet's nest.

He looked at Senmut, showing his fangs. "I will be able to leave if you control your servant." Kindness? Formality? Piety? No, at that time there was only blood.