‘No,’ it was a low growl that sounded over the sands. It hummed through her body and Sastra knew without looking, that Kivan was close by. The jackal man twisted as he held her, before they were both sent flying. Sastra landed with another thump, sand flying as she rolled onto her front. Coughing as she inhaled a mouthful of the coarse golden grains. She pushed up onto her knees as the great golden wolf rolled with a jackal in it’s teeth. The jackal yipped, as it twisted. Back legs kicking out before a second jackal lunged, leaping onto the back of the enormous wolf.
Kivan snarled, twisting to snap at the smaller, greyer jackal on his back and releasing the leader of Red Sands. Both jackals dropped away, hackles raised snarling as the wolf lunged forward. From the line of Red Sands men,
