Initially, I stood quietly behind him, and my field of vision was limited to his shoulders or his back. When I heard rumblings, I shifted enough to check: several wolves were gauging us, their posture not hostile, but not friendly either.
Two white wolves stood in front of the others, when Cahl stepped forward, one of them immediately submitted. I guessed that it was Quent. To my knowledge, there was only him to flatten like a pancake dripping with love in front of the meta. Then I had to admit it, the colour of the coat was a big clue. The other, given its resemblance to the latter, was likely to have been the only feminist wolf in werewolf history: Macey. Besides, between her companions and herself, she was the only one to adopt an aggressive posture; her white tail raised very high com
