Ravensblood Forest Pretense against Pretext

single post, keeping vague - feel free to reference or LMk if he should be elsewhere!

Never had Anselm seen such a movement of bodies under dark before. More wolves gathered under the cover of night to save these women than he'd ever seen in a pack; the breadth of it humbled the tracker.

His mind turned to his own sons, fearful. Hopeful.

They moved one by one. An electricity in the atmosphere kept his fur lifted and senses heightened.

He stuck close to Etienne, too far removed from the group to hear of anything save his and Etienne's heartbeat.