"Don't shift." Wulfric mind-links them, struggling to concentrate as his own wolf begins to stir again when the gravity of the situation begins to sink in. "He doesn't know we are shifters. He merely thinks you're our pet wolf that we have been hiding."
Howl growls menacingly at the hunter who merely sneers, believing him a mindless beast.
"I should have known you were hiding him in one of those caravans." Ares snarls. "You tricked us by voluntarily offering to check and showing us only one. I should have insisted we searched them all... I will not make the same mistake twice. Step aside, gypsy. That beast's head will hang on my wall tonight." He points his crossbow towards Howl.
Wulfric tries diplomacy first, trying to buy time.
"My good man, this is a sacred spirit, not a pet. We do
