Sleepy Fox Hollow Run, run lost boy

This wasn't much of a reunion, what with all the wolves coming out of the woodwork and leaving Stag's fur on end. He pulled from Simmik reluctantly, spotting first Finley, and then Colin -- the former closer than the latter. Stag's soft green gaze studied each of them mutely; they appeared consorts to the lithe rakehell that postured before his sister.

He was relieved the woman's advancement abated; relieved too, to hear her announce she was leaving. If Stag had his way, this would all end without bloodshed. He was hardly half the fighter his father had been, but if they so much as harmed a hair on Monarch's head...

He kept his gaze on Nemisis in distrust, willing for her to hurry up and get gone.