"You're a good wolf, Grahm," Tryson said quietly. He would have embraced him, but more of his scent on the kid was only going to hurt him further when he walked through the village tonight. They all had to know Tryson was going to fight his way back. But they'd still punish any wolves that gave in. "I'll see you around, okay? And don't worry, I'm coming back. We'll get this all sorted out—"
He was turning away as he spoke, preparing to go in search of the next wolf, when he slammed into a thick, heavy body that grunted at the impact.
Tryson whirled to find the massive Rayf, a wolf several steps up the rankings, standing in front of him, spitting curses and flicking the gravy off his tunic that had been plastered there when Tryson ran into the plate the male was carrying and apparentl
