Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

They all went for the wolf, yet he would not back down. Stupid, stupid man. This was the sort who would die of dehydration in the desert, though the water he so desperately needed was but feet away. Stubborn fool.

With no choice now, S’ari made it to his other side, opposite candle, and rushed at him, snapping and snarling. Out! she commanded. Flee! Begone! And she aimed for a bite along his side.