Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Vidaar was paying attention now. He saw exactly how dangerous the hunt was becoming and he sat himself firmly on the ground, straightening himself to watch. His mother was wounded. Not that it frightened him, but when the young wolf fell he couldn't stop himself from wincing. When the man ran towards the commotion, he was quick to step up to help the man lower the other wolf to the ground. Vidaar tilted his head at the man. Okay? Vidaar had spoken very few words to anymore other than his siblings, it was strange to address the man in this way.