Noctisardor Bypass p[r]imavaera

Wylla's teeth missed their mark, her target swinging and pulling away in the same breath. She pressed forward, snapping again, but came up short when Val pulled her attention back. His own jaws narrowly missed her hock as he snapped into their midst, his goal to separate them, but Wylla was not one to back down. Her missing eye was a testament to it.

She had misjudged the threat. Stryx did not so much as show a fang, and so Wylla whirled away from her and aimed to grab Val's muzzle instead. She had no reason to believe the other she-wolf would not defend the boy, but she was fighting a battle on two fronts. All the while, her eye darted into the trees, searching for the other wolves of Rivenwood, this so-called pack of theirs.

Where the fuck was everyone else?