Bitterroot Valley the law of tooth and claw

They all seemed to gaze at one another, uncertain, with the two unknown males perhaps even made irritated by the arrival of pack wolves. Artyom blinked and stood tall, unwilling to show any submission to the sharpness of any glowering stare shot his way. It didn't make sense to him if loners rejected the assistance of strangers willing to play their part so that everyone could have their share.

An invitation came, albeit a subtle one. Artyom shifted to exchange a glance with Chai so that he might guage her thoughts, but there was no need for communication. The she-wolf was off and the gilded hunter was swift to follow, striding along behind her and veering in the direction she did, keen to follow her lead.