Approximately thirty minutes later, the tawny wolf had shifted, “the attack is over,” she replied. “Someone is on their way to let us out,” she added. We waited to hear the bunker opening from the outside, the warrior that had opened the door moving aside looking stunned and letting out a loud growl when he caught sight of me. I was about to push past the wolf and head for the treeline until the elderly lady formerly known to me as the tawny wolf spoke, “She saved us, please, she is not a threat,” she pleaded with the warrior wolf in front of us, chomping at the bit, looking as though he is ready for a fight.
At that moment the pups moved toward me and began to cling onto my fur. I looked down at them surprised at their actions, I could have sworn that they feared me only a short while ag
