The something's allies aren't amused, and are trying to get near enough to take the wolf down with silver.

Unfortunately for them, the wolf's allies have other ideas.



Meanwhile, Harry's ringed by the three zhirelin who were going for the tree.

The one in front has a rather nasty bruise rising on her face from his punch, but is still on her feet. She spits blood to one side, works her jaw a moment, and bares her teeth at him. "Didn't your ma ever tell you it ain't polite to hit girls?"