His long paws made short work of the scant distance left and he was soon standing by his young friend. Hollow was a good friend and sibling to one of his fledgeling pack mates and he had no intention of letting harm come to him. Azariah would likely have his hide for it, despite her diminutive size. As he took up position next to the dark pelted boy, his own stance was at the ready. Tail held high, hackles raised, teeth bared in an ominous snarl that promised death, eyes blazing from a head lowered in battle readiness.
It almost seemed like all of the wolves surrounding the evil fae were poise mid-action and any movement from her would set off their individual reactions. Not so with the attacking male, for he could hear the snarls and action already starting and knew that soon these two wolves would be ended. He didn't know how many more there might be, but these two would be slaughtered in a matter of minutes against their overwhelming numbers.