Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32339712-20170620061713/@comment-24934423-20170710092040

By this point, light from the setting moon can be seen through the trees. Victor and the Wurm are approaching the forest's edge.

Meanwhile, the soldier's acting up has gotten his captor's attention, earning him a rough jerk that made him bump his ankle again. The pups run over to the man, happily nuzzling their heads against his hands and under his chin.

"You're late," one of the adult Werewolves informed the Mama one. "And who is that?"