Ryder
She’d picked up the scent of Owen’s clothes and deviated to stop and pick them up on the way back, they had Winrow, and she slowed her pace down to just a normal run, no longer needing Thorns wolfen speed, though Thorn had liked stretching her legs. She caught up to them and saw them all standing around in a shallow valley as she crested the rise and walked on down it.
Owen shifted back and took his clothes from her and dressed. She could see several wolves had taken a piece of him, and could smell that wolf's blood on her troop as well. Seems he didn’t want to be captured, but didn’t understand that there was no instant death for him. “Wanted to die, I see.” She commented.
“Hmm, but we’re not done talking yet.” Luca nodded.
They’d cuffed him with silver the moment he was healed
