Lysander shifted into his wolf form, snarling and growling at the wild wolves. They were a little larger than he was, which was odd since werewolves tended to be on the rather large side. Lysander himself was about almost the size of a young adult pony.
The wolves finally relented, turning around, but not without one last hateful glare, and bounding back into the forest. The wolf came trotted over and licked Cynthgyn’s cheek, assuring her that it was okay. She smiled gratefully and scratched behind his ear, earning a happy whining sound. “Thank you, my friend.” He let her use him to push herself up onto her feet, wobbling slightly but steadying when he pushed himself against her, helping her balance. She looked down at him and smiled. “Shall we be off?”
He barked an affirmative before they started walking back towards the dirt road. Cynthgyn was no longer as scared, her companion’s presence reassuring her that, in the event of meeting any Templars hunting for apostates, they would be fine. She gazed into his milky blue eyes and breathed in deeply before making herself perk up.
“Time to head for Skyhold.”
