Take a Bite and Let it Linger

More wolves gather, some offering the twins more confused stares, others seeming to ignore their presence entirely. Just when they were settling in, a familiar voice rang out. Sol's ears flattened as she draped herself across him possessively, but he dared not shrink away from her touch. "Yes, Mistress." Khonsu replied with a respectful dip of his head.

The lesson started then, and this time the twins were not so quick to speak. The presence of their master at their side was suffocating - silencing. Others spoke up in reply, even Yarra from their side, but neither man could bring himself to offer more. They resigned themselves to a lesser amount of participation, listening - learning - but allowing the other wolves to answer Aresenn.

Companions, armor, mutations, strategies, experience... the wolves of this land definitely had all those things and more. Sol and Khonsu had made their way to the territory of every pack when they'd arrived here, had spoken to every alpha. This band most definitely did not have the upper hand in battle - at least not yet.