Yu keeps a hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression unchanging as the wolves materialize in front of them. Eight of them. And they have to decide what to do.
He has his heart stone, too. And there is nothing in him besides a calm that borders on the preternatural. Is that really just how he feels? Is that intentional? Nothing about the cast of his face will give anything away.
Yu lifts a hand, edging one foot forward. ]
We're--
[ The wolves snarl and snap their jaws, and Yu walks back the step he took. There's a low growl, a rumble on the air that might be coming from one or all or none of them.
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Yu keeps a hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression unchanging as the wolves materialize in front of them. Eight of them. And they have to decide what to do.
He has his heart stone, too. And there is nothing in him besides a calm that borders on the preternatural. Is that really just how he feels? Is that intentional? Nothing about the cast of his face will give anything away.
Yu lifts a hand, edging one foot forward. ]
We're--
[ The wolves snarl and snap their jaws, and Yu walks back the step he took. There's a low growl, a rumble on the air that might be coming from one or all or none of them.
And then the wolves seem to ... change. ]