Blood Trail

He listened intently as she told her story, mentally jotting down the description she gave in his mind. He, too, rarely met wolves larger than himself. It wasn’t a question of if he’d be fighting this male. It was a statement of when he would be fighting this craven wolf, he would need to be lighter on his feet, and use his smaller size to his advantage. Not a usual thought process for himself.

He huffed sharply at her apologies and request, shaking his head firmly. “This wasn’t your fault. He committed the act. And he will pay for it with his life. You will not be punished for something you didn’t choose. And your son is welcome to the pack as well, if he can pull his weight.” Movement behind him made him turn, half bristling until he recognized his brother.

“Tornach, thank gods. This is Marina. She recently joined the pack, and was attacked in the north… Bhí sí ... iallach. “ He finished in the old tongue, feeling the words souring on his tongue as he spoke them. Turning back to Marina, he added gently, “This is Tornach, one of my younger brothers. He’s a good healer. You can trust him. Tor, if you need me to fetch anything , let me know.”