Bonesplinter Ravine Lost in translation

If he only realized how fortunate he was that Nyra gave him an opportunity to explain, and he was fucking it up for himself attempting to act bravely in the face of three pack wolves. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Kynareth and Nyra, her gaze was cold steel upon the male as the Harbinger chewed into him instantly. “…you mean was your home.” Zsuzsa said in corrective spite to him after Nyra was through. Like it or not, this was in proximity of Saints territory now.
 
“Unless you want to be like your friend there, I'd highly recommend heeding her words.” The Mackenzie said sharply, curling her lip back. “Our borders are overdue for a fresh coat of blood anyhow.” Zsuzsa sneered, licking her lips of the taste of him on her tongue when she bit down into him, doubling down on their threats. She saw the crimson of his wound beginning to stain his pelt. He and his friend would make for a nice retouch over the original sacrifice’s blood splatter along their territory rocks and trees.