Robin’s wolf growled louder than all the noise of the fight. She fought against Robin, trying to gain control and rush after Lucien. Robin shook her head and run towards Roland instead. She killed the fighter that was aiming for Roland, affectively getting his attention. “Lucien is getting away,” Robin stated and Roland’s eyes flickered around the field. He growled as he couldn’t find Lucien nor Wilder, “he took a hostage and retreated, that bastard.” Robin nodded.
Roland looked around the field once more, “He was wounded, Lucien always uses silver.” Robin stated again, hoping to trigger Roland into motion, he was looking at the fight that progressed in front of them. “Of course, easier to use the weapon that doesn’t harm you.” Roland hummed and Robin growled, stepping in front of him
