Claws ripped at his skin, but Ren didn't even flinched, he just rolled with the attack, using a slight touch of magic throwing the other wolfkin off his back and into the wet ground. Ren got to his feet, and was nearly trampled by Jeffrey and another shifter, both bigger wolves snapping and tearing at each other in a flurry of fangs and claws.
Blood stained the muddy ground, and Ren followed the trail, to see Jeffrey and two other wolves locked in combat, fur bloodied. He spared no thought for himself, and ran forward, barreling into the bigger of the two strangers. He called to the power writhing in the storm-eddied winds, and loosed it when it came to his will.
A brilliant flash and the odor of burnt fur filled his nostrils, and the wolf who’d been seconds from hamstringing Jeffrey wa
