Redtail Rise adorn my silver crown

The boy is quick to get back on his feet. As for the other wolf—he's not fast enough. Ancelin is upon him in a second, seizing him viciously and dragging him off. Mulherin dives in to help with a heart thundering from adrenaline.

The stranger's agonized pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. Ancelin is relentless, thrashing and snapping as if he were possessed. Mulherin is in the mix, of course, but the brunt of the damage comes from Ancelin himself. The wolf is overpowered and incapacitated.

The scuffle continues like this, and goes on for some time, until,

somehow, the wolf gathers the last of its strength and breaks free. The borders of the Rise are far behind them now. Their duty served.

The wounds the pair inflicted are practically fatal. All they had to do was wait. For now, they would return home and replenish their strength.

Perhaps they'll find his body in a few days.