Bearclaw Valley axehandle

Sorry! I didn't realize it was my turn!

The silent she-wolf with the crimson nape arrived as well, earning only a brief glance from Aventus as she sidled up alongside Merrick. He was too focused on the wolverine's turned back to pay much mind to his packmates. His approach was silent and swing, neck outstretched and jaws parting to snap without a sound at the beast's hindquarters.

His teeth met their mark, but he remembered the way his mother had taken its giant claws to the face. He drew blood and withdrew just as quickly, feeling the swipe of its broad paws against his whisker when it wheeled and came within inches of swatting him. Aventus bared his teeth and backed up, throat rattling at the beast the moment he caught Astara approaching in his periphery.