Francine's wolf was whining in fear at the threat in front of her. In fact, she'd been finding most things unsettling in the last few days, but Francine's calmness was slowly easing her agitated state, just like her wise mates had hoped it would. The last thing they wanted was her being spooked.
Lander stared at the table, avoiding looking at Francine. He was bruised, and cuts littered his face. She could tell he was being beaten frequently to prevent his wounds from healing. It was just one wound on top of another. Pain after pain.
"Lander," Francine spoke out his name, trying to get his attention.
Nothing.
"Lander, please look at me," she spoke a little more firmly, startling him into meeting her gaze.
He looked so different from before. He looked weak and tired, like the ghost of a
