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It's not that he's afraid of them, exactly. Wells knows that even this far from the full moon, being shot by ordinary arrows isn't going to take him down for long. But when you've just threatened an entire village by proxy and run some unknown distance through the forests that cover the foothills of the mountains that ring Thessaly all around, carrying a wounded comrade who's lying on the forest floor behind you gasping for breath, you don't really want any more trouble.
Wells looks at the band of young women dubiously, his hands on his head, and does his best not to put a foot anywhere that might hurt Bruce the wolf any further.
Wells looks at the band of young women dubiously, his hands on his head, and does his best not to put a foot anywhere that might hurt Bruce the wolf any further.