The wolf pounces the soldier with an angry sounding snarl. I am forced to lean forward and grip his fur.
“Don't gripe at me, you started it.” I grumble and the wolf snarls louder, the sound vibrating through my legs and spine. I readjust my position uncomfortably. That's not the only places the sound is attacking. With me still being held captive on his back, the Shifter moves forward through the enemy soldiers. Out of frustration, I slide the silver blade back into its hidden pocket and withdraw a few throwing knives. “Such impractical things.” I tsk, but still, maybe I could get some use out of them, since the wolf refused to let me down. I think longingly of my poisoned darts, and then scout for my first victim. I don't have to wait too long, as a soldier comes up on the right flank of
