The largest one… the alpha… stayed at the rear.
It was bigger than the others by half, its fur matted with old scars, its eyes colder and more calculating. It did not blindly charge. Instead, it watched with it's head low, assessing the strange scene in front of it.
"Sol... shadow wolves!" Zeyra hissed in a urgent whisper, her hands instinctively reaching for her hunting spear, which was stuck upright in the mud three paces away. Her thighs clamped tightly around his hips as her body tensed in alarm.
"I can see them," Sol drawled lazily, his rhythm barely slowing down.
While Zeyra was on high alert, Sol didn't show a single sliver of concern. His crimson eyes flicked casually over the ten beasts, his expression unbothered, as if he were looking at a pack of mangy stray dogs rather than a lethal hunting horde. He didn't even bother pulling out of her pussy.
