Ayna's strength was running out. She'd be forced to shift soon. Before she could think through her options she was hit by a force from the side. Rolling and tumbling through the underbrush she finally slid to a stop. Her body quivered as her shift struggled to begin. Astrid fought it. “Hold on a little longer,” she told her wolf.
She stood on shaky legs and faced a large, pure black wolf with striking blue eyes. She could feel that it was Finnick. He was looking her up and down, panting heavily. Astrid retreated as much as she could as she could feel Ayna was struggling to speak to Finnick's wolf.
Whatever was said seemed to anger the black wolf in front of them. His eyes flashed and he shook his coat out before pacing back and forth. He whipped his head around to look at them and growl
