*crashes into inbox because xania. to whoever strikes your muse ... feel free to ignore~* 'Don’t touch them' it wasn't a verbal threat, the massive wolf could not speak the tongue of man... but it was in his eyes. He was snarling as he stood before the stranger, ready to defend them from the threat at hand.
The Silver Hand cried out with a mixture of surprise and terror as the large wolf landed between him and Evela, recoiling from the beast so quickly that he tripped over his own feet and fell sprawling to the ground, sword clattering from his hand. Evela might have found the entire scene hilarious had it not been for her own surprise. The wolf was huge, almost as big as a werewolf, but she knew just by looking at it that it couldn’t be her own kind. Fortunately, it seemed to be more interested in defending her than possessing any kind of threat towards her, for which she was grateful; she was barely holding her own against the Silver Hand who had taken her by surprise and attacked her.