Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

The old wolf's body wanted to act, but it refused to move. It was too familiar, the sounds, sights. Just like home. Except the cries were from the wolves he called family. 

Widened eyes found Mireille, but his legs would not move then. Nor did they move towards Shadess. It felt like he could see himself fighting, but whenever he blinked, he was right back where he stood. This was not familiar anger, not excitement, either. He was scared. Fully, utterly terrified of losing more family. 

Amber eyes snapped toward her familiar voice, and a moment passed while he registered the situation. He'd die, maybe, but he couldn't live with himself if he let this play out. 

His legs seemed to catch his will to run like gears with missing teeth, and he sped for the brute cornering Chani as fast as his old legs could carry him. 

Emerging at the tricolored wolf's (@Crowell) flank, he launched into an airborne tackle, teeth bared and aiming to grab whatever landed between them.