I was in my wolf form with Pollux and Sean on either side of me.
We were moving carefully along the border, the magical hum of it bristling through my fur with every step. The plan was to wait and draw them out again, to take the bait a second time. I could not see anything beyond the shimmer and Sean had confirmed through the link that all he could make out was trees and the persistent urge to turn around and walk away, which was exactly what the border wanted him to do.
I pressed my fur against Pollux's as we came to a stop. Our wolves were close to identical side by side, the same black coat and the same build, except for a piece of his ear that had been chewed off somewhere along the way. He had told me proudly that it was a trophy from his first solo rogue fight and I had chosen to believe him.
Sean's large grey wolf stood to our flank, his massive head moving in slow controlled sweeps across the surrounding area.
Why have we stopped? he asked through the link.
