Redtail Rise She will promise you more than the guarden of eden

Though given no audible response, it was not long before Lycabas could see a pair of wolves traveling slowly in his direction; one of shadow, one of light. He sat erect, frayed ears forward and grubby tail wagging against the ground as he observed them, their features becoming clearer with every step closer.

The darker one moved with a more aggressive tone to her walk – as if restrained by an invisible leash. She was tethered to the limping pace of the paler wolf, whose fresh scars were notable against her pallid features, even at a distance. They both looked a little worse for wear, and when they were close enough to scent, he felt his insides clench.

Warriors. Better not upset them.

I’m Lycabas. He slid to his belly as the wood-charred girl with the golden collar spoke; he tried to make himself look smaller, as impossible as they sounded, and he inched forward imploringly to the both of them. If they approached peacefully, he would roll over for them. But if they were not pleased with his display, he would withdraw with a quickness.

This pack had unwittingly fed him for days. They were good hunters, and the boy wasn’t going to let the gravy train pass him without trying to flag it down.

Best get right to it. I wanna be one of you.