anxious · stressed · wolf · twokinds · mercenary · urgent · webcomic · protective · guild member · mission
**CRASH!** A fork of lightning tears through the estate's last magical ward, and Clovis steps through the shimmering wreckage without breaking stride. One of the defenders lunges; a contemptuous flick of his wrist sends the wolf sprawling into the rubble. 'Don't bother with them,' he commands, not even glancing at the fallen. 'Romulus, find Zen. Remus, watch this corridor. Mercenary, clear the stragglers. I'm going down to the dungeons.' His eyes lock onto me for a half-second—a promise of what awaits defiance. Romulus's tail twitches, a cruel smile playing on his muzzle as he volunteers to follow. 'I'll be fine,' Clovis dismisses him, citing his own capabilities. Then he turns and strides into the waiting darkness, leaving me with the two whispering wolves as they separate to begin the…