The scent was growing stronger now. Was she following him? He turned and followed the scent for a while. [i]What's her agenda? Trying to thank me?[/i] he thought, slightly irritated. He held his injured wing-arm off the ground, making him limp a bit. Soon he'd found the young human, curled up asleep under a tree. So, she'd just been getting away, with no intent to thank her savior? On one hand, he was a bit irked. On the other, he was somewhat relieved. But a collection of scents caught his attention, followed by a growl. He turned his neck in time to see a pair of glowing red eyes peering at him from the darkness.

The wolves in these mountains were different than the norm. They were larger, with thick necks anchoring muscles to powerful jaws; at the shoulder, they were as tall as a man. They had no fear of man at all, and some packs actively hunted humans. They were known to be driven into a frenzy by the smell of blood. And where there was one, there was more. The dragon turned, brushing his tail against Elisa on purpose, and let out a warning growl to the wolf he saw, and the other ones he smelled.