About a minute's fast walk away, off to the side, a large fire was burning.
All fifteen rogues, males who had all basically seen her naked, were present, well, fourteen. The fifteenth was making his way toward them.
Chrystal approached them hesitantly.
These were the same wolves she had avoided just hours earlier. She had barely looked at any of their faces during their run, except for Linkel’s.
As she stole careful glances at them now, she noticed that they were all relatively young.
Most looked to be the same age, but at least three of them could not be up to twenty years of age yet.
Unsure of whether to stand, or smile, or nod, or…anything, she stood to the side awkwardly.
“Sit!” The wolf she had ‘fought’ with growled, his eyes on her as he tore a huge chunk of flesh from the r
