Haunted Wood We ruled the world

His teeth grazed the black bitch's flank even as something impacted him from the other side. Peregrine whirled to snap at the agouti wolf, which left his neck and shoulder exposed when the she-wolf went for the sweet spot at the back of his neck. Her fangs dug deep, though the swarthy Alpha male tore free with a savage snarl, backpedaling and bumping roughly into the crowing Luke.

He wished he had time to acknowledge Luke and the mismatched pair of wolves helping defend his position. But with two wolves simultaneously ganging up on him, Peregrine could only afford to pay attention to the imminent threat. He deliberated between attempting to fight them both or simply stand his ground. He went with the latter at least for a moment, his head and tail arched severely and his jade eyes boring alternately into theirs.

If they insisted on attempting to linger here at this point, there were only two possible explanations: there was either a juicy, self-regenerating moose steak hidden somewhere in the forest or, more likely, these wolves were stupid as fuck.