“Is it possible to bring all wolves into one pack? Who lead? We would kill each other before we even mounted an attack, mused Darrio.

His three pups were asleep next to him, a tangled mass of limbs. He moulded himself around them, nestling his head next to Sarrya. Drowsily she sniffed at his face before settling down to sleep again.

Fear our peaceful lives are about to change, sweet daughter.”