The dark balls had entered without damage.
They had traveled with the wolves, dormant, producing nothing while the animals ran and felt the relief of escape — and then they had done that.
He turned to Kael.
The dragon was making circles in the air above the scene.
The circles were enthusiastic — tighter and faster than his usual composed gliding, his wings working with a frequency that communicated excitement in the same way his tail position communicated satisfaction.
He was practically vibrating with the energy of a creature that had done something it was extremely pleased with and needed some physical expression of that pleasure.
He completed two more circles.
Then he dropped.
He descended toward the four impaled wolves with the focused energy of someone moving toward something specific, his wings angling him into a controlled dive that leveled out just above the nearest corpse.
