The thick branches of an old tree became Aris' support as he leaned his back to catch his breath. He climbed up as it would be easier to track his scent when he was on the same ground as his assailants.
He cursed as he tore away the arrow in his shoulder. It disabled him to change into his wolf form as it was laced with their kind's bane.
His father's debt came back and tried to bite on the tail. Aris scanned the surroundings for any sign of upcoming death. He sighed and closed his eyes, he was thankful for the untamed mountains as they shielded him from them.
He knew not what his father dealt with or what anger he had incurred upon his son. It must be grave enough that wolves would chase after him.
His kind was relentless if an order to kill was commanded. Be it may a child or an elderly, if it was said by their Alpha, none will hesitate.
