Ravensblood Forest dauntless

Kovacs and the woman in black weren't alone. A bleached twig of a wolf emerged from the woods, flinging accusations at his elder. "You made me lose it, stupid!" he snapped, taking no blame for his failed hunt. Kovacs turned his head to stare at the sour-faced little imp. He couldn't have been more than six months - most likely a wolf from the Bay, perhaps even one of Thistle's. Dauntless, on the other hand.

Without responding to Charon's anger, the titan moved slowly to stand between the two wolves, dull eyes fastened on the stranger's face. She had sharp, shrewd eyes - like a bird of prey, and aside from recent injuries, looked healthy. Fed. "Are you alone?"