Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

This whole shit spiralled downwards too fast for Derg to try and redeem it.
Donovan seemed to make absolutely no attempt to just run like any sensible bastard would -- hell Derg was about to leave him there.
Wanted to leave him there...

​But Derg was an honourable man.
And like it or not, his honour laid with Donovan, despite the twisted lies and deceits. The absolute audacity this man had almost made Derg try and correct him right there.
Force him into submission before these powerful dark-wolves.

He shivered, adrenaline already kicking in before Astara had the chance to let her arrow fly.
He knew this would happen.
Should have come alone.

Derg's heart thundered like a war drum in his chest, but his arrow wasn't even nocked.
He let Astara go for the brindle males feet, while Derg steadily watched the rest of Ursus. Bidding them to let the pair sort themselves out. He wasn't going to leave Donovan for dead, but he wouldn't let him fight a pack by himself.

At the fist sign of aggressive movement by any of the wolves before him though, Derg would be on them quicker than they could blink.