One With the Tribe pt2
The wolves along the sidelines stepped forward, teeth bared. Dyri’s posture softened a little, but he did not back down. The shaman remained unmoved, his fingers curling in the long mane of one of the white wolves. “Our women are treated well, human. You should be honored to take up their task.” He waved a paw and ordered Aitu and Torlarrin to “Take the human to Inotago’s tent. He needs to rest and consider his options. She will help him see to reason, or he will die.” Two sets of powerful...