Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

The woman's pleas were ignored. She might as well have been a ghost. Calahan once again hurled himself at the wolf, snapping furiously for his throat. Nobody could attack him with impunity. He felt the stinging of his wounds, blood dripping, but did not retreat. As the pale wolf tried to intervene, he turned his judgmental cerulean gaze to her from a brief moment, before turning his attention back to the fight. Stay outta this!

He didn't take any time to consider what he was trying to achieve here. The voice taunted him. Yew can fight...but yew can't think. He couldn't block it out...

rolled an 8.