Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

The dogs were badly wounded, and seemingly mad. Which also meant they were probably desperate. Tempest knew what desperate creatures would do, regardless of species. She took a small, involuntary step back, worried. These dogs looked ready to kill, and nothing would stop them from their intent. that was bad for the new pack. Very.

The misty girl detested fighting, but for her new pack, she would. So she pushed her fears aside and looked up at the dogs, searching for a target. Seemingly, these dogs would not be scared away.