The anxiety did not leave me. I found myself pacing a small restless circle while quiet sounds escaped my throat that I could not quite control. The Ghoul had not stood a chance against the two of them together and eventually Phoenix tore its head free and dropped it to the ground with a sound I was going to be thinking about for some time. Both wolves stood over the kill panting, eyes dark with something that had not fully settled back yet.
Phoenix shook out his fur and the black in his eyes told me he was still running on a thread of anger. He gave me a quick once-over before turning and moving into the stream, submerging enough to wash the blood from his coat. I stood at the edge and waited, licking my snout nervously, the need to confirm he was unhurt pressing through me in a way I could not reason with.
