Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

Sweet tooth slunk closer, taking a count and still attempting to remain out of view. The dogs were outnumbered, and that made her decision easy. She would not join the fray.

As soon as battle was joined, however, she would set her own plan in motion. And hopefully she would do so undetected. Her kind were well suited to taking down creatures without fangs of their own, her jaws strong but her girth unimpressive. Perhaps if she could ensure catching the throat of one of the wolven kind, the tale would be different, but risk outweighs benefit. She wasn't sure the others would be so successful with the rest of the wild creatures.