Ice
#2 of Rebirth
Dedicated to Tybalt! He demanded I make a sequel as well, so, here we are.
Odin sat in his chair by the bed, staring at the corner with dozens upon dozens of lit candles. They were Riard's signal therapy, really. As the wolf pack's spiritual/medical healer, Riard made hundreds and hundreds of candles each spring to supply his ministry and medicine. The young wolf boy, approaching his eighteenth birthday, was more pudgy than normal. He sat in the chair with a round, emerging pregnant belly, propped sitting upright next to his deathly ill mother.
His pregnancy was at the end of its second week, almost a quarter through the entire process. His mother's illnesses had gotten worse since news of the pregnancy spread through the pack. Just as quick the winter storms returned, seemingly trying to steal spring away from them. Even what little food they had roaming about had fled to southern ground until the air became warmer. Of course Riard, being very, very superstitious and overly cautious of the magic, publicly blamed it on Kailor. The white, after all, was not one of them - he was from very high north, the arctic regions, not a grey one like them. He brought foul, unnatural magic to the pack by impregnating a lowly male instead of one of the females, he'd say at the pack meetings.
Odin held his mother's paw and squeezed it gently, holding back years. She'd been sick for a very long time, he knew, and he was prepared for her death. It just didn't make it any easier, being told she wouldn't make it through the night.
"Where's my boy?" the blind wolf asked, "Odin... Odin, where is he? He's not dead, is he? I've so missed him... I hope he's not dead, that sickly boy..." she murmured, unable to at all recognize Odin as himself, though, her words were still in half joking.
"He's coming, he'll be here by morning," Odin said, softly. He knew she wouldn't know it was him speaking, but, he couldn't let her die thinking he'd abandoned her as her mate had. "Odin told us to tell you that he loves you dearly, Ahasha," he said in his unisexual voice, "and that he has great news,"
"News?" she asked, for the seventh time in two hours.
Odin never got tired of her reaction, seeing her smile. For the eighth time he brought her paw gently to his stomach and rested it there, letting her feel the size and heat of his stomach. "He's going to be a father, just like you always wanted," he said.
He didn't know if she thought he must be Odin's wife, or even if she registered there was something odd about a male pregnancy. Either way, it wouldn't have mattered. She gave the same huge, beaming, proud smile, the kind she had never even attempted to make in his honour when she was well. For the first time Odin knew she was proud of him, knew she felt fulfilled knowing she would have a grandson or daughter.
"A boy, the healer says," Odin continued.
After sobbing with some joy, the old, adoptive mother managed to make words come out from her perpetual smile, "Odin's happy?" she asked.
The young son leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead, all while letting her continue rubbing her paw over the massive expanse. "As happy as any heart can take," he whispered.
Dralan gazed over Kailor's bedroom, picking up a large piece of thick paper with a rough, but, appealing drawing of Kailor's nude form laying on a bed, erect, with his legs spread and his arms behind his head, propping it up. Signed in the corner was Odin's name. The Beta wolf of looked to the bed, where a dressed Kailor was sitting and going over one of his books.
"We need to find those fox sorcerers again, sir, and find a way to... fix this," he said. "The moon is punishing us for this atrocity."
"To spawn a wolf of two males? A perfect hunter? That's not an atrocity, Dralan, that's evolving with natural magics. I did what needed to be done."
"That's not what I'm talking about! Out of all our souls, male or female or else, you chose him," Dralan growled, dropping the detailed drawing down onto the floor. "You chose my youngest brother over me. The most absolute feeble, weak-minded male, or female, of the pack. He's best as a meal, and he'd be a poor one at that. He's not even the most graceful and feminine, if you were trying for that. If you were to spawn with another male, it should've been me. I'm the strongest next to you, the most deserving. I clearly have more sense of what it means to be in this pack, too. You've mocked our entire system."
Kailor kept from moving, showing no particular reaction to what Dralan had sad before he carefully considered it himself. "I didn't know you felt that way about me," he said, simply. "But I don't feel that way about you. Don't you see it, Dralan? Before it was just about procreation. But I've spent time with him, Dralan, I'm grown... affectionate, with him. He deserves our respect."
"You're in love with him, maybe, but this isn't about feeling!" the Beta yelled back, "This isn't about love, feeling, a crush, brotherhood, or anything but the health of this pack. You don't deserve to lead us, not if you picked his genes over mine. You should have picked me if you were a mating deviant. I'm superior. You'll get half-baked children out of that defective dog," he slurred, "The cub will be dead by the time this winter ends."
"I don't have to explain myself to you," Kailor sneered back, "I have more to consider than strength. You're too jaded to mother or father, you've got a warped sense of pride. You just proved it in your argument. The same holds true with your sister, and half of this pack. Your disease is spreading to the others," the Alpha growled back, finding himself unusually offended by the attacks on Odin.
Kailor finally admitted to himself in that moment a possessive feeling over the wolf boy he'd mated with, impregnated with magic. "Out of all of the souls here, Odin's is the least corrupt. I hold him above myself in that respect, and_so will you_."
"You needn't explain this to me, Kailor. Explain it to the pack. To nature. To our moon. Our land is freezing to ice. The women are sick, they're getting sicker. They'll die by tomorrow night. Whatever spell put on us to make us infertile has grown and grown, but the freezing's grown past the wombs," he said. "If you don't fix this there will never be food, there will never be a woman to breed."
"A child may be born."
"You cannot breed a female from two male souls, Kailor, even natural magics can't change that," he countered. "If you don't bear proper seed and reject the damaged one you'd buried, then, all of the females will die and there will never be another one. We'll die out within a generation if we don't starve to death first."
"The spell could be passed on to the children," Kailor suggested, thinking about it. If he could mate with another male, and the children when old enough could too...
Dralan stopped dead. He couldn't move, not as the fury built up within him. "You want a pack of males breeding with each other?"
"If the females die, we won't have-"
"Enough!" he roared, "I swore to stand by you, Kailor, so I will... but never, ever expect me to support a notion like that. A pack of perversion! Depravity! I can't stop you, but the pack of us together can. You lead us, Kailor, but you're not one of us," he reiterated, trying his best to sting Kailor before the Beta walked out the door.
He succeeded. Dralan smiled as he heard the sliding of the lock behind him, signalling that the alpha would be to himself for at least several hours more. Enough time.
In the room alone Kailor laid back on his bed with the drawing picked up off the floor. He stared at it in detail, looking over all of the strokes Odin had used to draw his figure. For the first time the Alpha paid careful attention to just how Odin had drawn his body. Its dimensions were embellished a little, of course, but still, the way his young mate had drawn his eyes made the older mate pause. There was love in them. Had Kailor given that love through them, or was it imagined? He couldn't remember. What the drawing did do, though, was make Kailor realize that he wanted to give that warm look to Odin. He wanted to love him, and to his pleasant surprise, when he thought about it, he did. For the first time in his life he felt he was in love with a male.
For the first time in his life he felt vulnerable.
The meeting chamber was locked away from the pack when not in use from all of the pack but the Alphas and Betas. Dralan was there, sitting on the throne seat which was rightfully Kailor's. Leaning back, the grey wolf watched Riard, the healer, pace in front of him.
"The child's healthy?" the Beta asked.
Riard nodded. "Very. Odin's coping well, considering... he says he feels no pain. Either the magic is sparing him from the pain of the quickened pregnancy or he's a very, very skilled lier. I doubt the second is true," the man said.
"Something has to be done."
"Why?"
"You know why," Dralan spoke, as Riard stopped in front of Dralan. The Beta wolf brushed his paw over his loincloth, pushing it aside over his leg to expose himself. "If we're to have a hope, Kailor has to mate with me," he said. Dralan closed his eyes and let out a soft groan as he felt the familiar sensation of Riard's muzzle and tongue enclosing down over his ballsac, the lick up his sheath, the engulfing of his growing member. "I won't let... Odin... get in the way..." he moaned out, trying his very best to form words.
Riard's only reply was looking up into his Alpha's eyes as he bobbed his head up and down, curling his long tongue around the shaft as it went up and down. Dralan had been pent up with guilt, he knew, and he could taste the anxiousness in the Beta's sweat dripping down his thighs and genitals. Riard pressed his nose pad into the tuft of pubic fur, giving the deepest sniff he could to absorb the scent.
Dralan curled his paw in Riard's long hair, lightly twisting it to get a grip good enough to control Riard's movements up and down over his shaft. "How could he have picked Odin?" he asked, obsessing over it again. "His firstborn was supposed to die with the mother, when this ice came, if he didn't pick me first... If the firstborn isn't mine, then, the prophecy won't come true. The ice will keep spreading from the north. Kailor can't be the true leader, not if he didn't pick me. He doesn't have the strength to lead. Why did he pick Odin? Why? He's little more than a runt pup!"
Riard lifted his head back, up off the younger male's cock so he could speak. "Odin is noble-minded, Dralan, looking after your mother," he offered.
Dralan growled and twisted the male's hair to cause a gasp's worth of pain. "She is not my mother," he said, believing her to be only a guardian who took him up when his mother was killed, "and he's weak for caring for one so clearly out and gone," he continued. The dominant wolf violently shoved his hips forward to gag Riard with his cock, popping his unusually enormous knot into the maw. Dralan immediately moaned at the gagging motions rippling over the cock lodged in his practical slave's throat. It forced the wolf to lean forward over the head and start pistoning, rutting himself inside the maw, face-fucking the poor healer to numbness. "Perversion's taking Kailor..." he murmured.
The feeling of the continued choking combined with the look of anguish on Riard's face made the Beta fall over the edge. Dralan raised his head up and howled, firing gushes of cum into his male's belly.
Riard closed his eyes and swallowed as much as he could. What couldn't be swallowed filled his maw and quite quickly spilled out, running down his neck and chest in symbol of his ownership. Whimpering, he tried his best to keep his jaw open all of the way. It was hard, with the knot. The knot, after swelling from the orgasm, was always too large to remove from his maw.
After his orgasm subsided Dralan sat back in his seat and stared down at an exhausted Riard, his face stuck on the cock and in Dralan's pubic fur until the knot subsided. It always took at least forty minutes, and Dralan loved those forty minutes entirely. "The next time you attribute something to Odin and not better to me, you'll have four set of knots in you. You saw what happened to Fiyor when he decided to betray me, you were a part of it. You know I don't idly threat. I seem to remember you having fun with that punishment in particular, Fiyor's," he said. "What was it? Three of his dinners you forced into him backwards for his doubt?"
Riard, with his eyes still closed, tried his best to only breathe out of his maw to avoid the now overbearing stench of the male's musk coming from his pubic fur, balls, and walls of rock-hard thighs on his cheeks. He nodded in submission, promising himself he'd never make the same mistake twice. Riard's ears lowered in further humiliation as Dralan's cock twitched again, the Beta rolled his hips to gently move his swelled cock in the maw, stimulating the knot to keep it firm. He wasn't planning on releasing Riard from between his thighs anytime soon, he was going to make an example of him.
Odin unlocked the door to Kailor's bedroom - or, rather, his bedroom now, having been given a key to every door the pack had. He walked into the room to see Kailor laying on the bed, naked, put in a pose very much like the one in the drawing. Odin stood still for a moment with a far-reaching smile plastered on his face. He looked upwards to just above the bed and saw his drawing framed and hung over their bed. That picture had been the only sexual thing they had done since the first mating. Odin knew Kailor wasn't very interested in sex with him beyond necessity, so, he never pushed the issue. Odin was also very conscious of the cub in his womb, or, whatever cavity was created for him. "Evening," he finally said, gulping. Kailor always wore clothes about the house, even when in bed. Why was he naked now?
"Come here, Odin, stand over here," the white wolf said, sitting up over the edge of the bed. He outstretched his arms and held the smaller wolf's sides as he complied, standing in front of his older mate. Kailor swiftly worked his paws upwards and down, untying all of the layers of clothing to let them fall off of Odin. He only stopped when the pregnant male stood in front of him completely nude, blushing underneath his fur. Kailor moved back onto the bed, drawing his mate up onto the soft sheets to lay there with him, their bodies sweetly pressed against one another's. Kailor lowered a paw and rubbed it over Odin's raised stomach, trying to connect with their child.
"Are you alright?" asked Odin in a much softer voice, worrying that Kailor's sudden affection was a symptom of worry or stress.
"Perfectly," replied the older male. "Odin, I have a question for you, and I want you to answer as honestly as you can," he said.
Odin nodded.
"How do you feel about me?" he asked, "Do you look at me as your alpha, your leader? Why do you want to be this close to me?"
"I love you," Odin admitted, "I love you very much, Kailor. I thought I was back then when we were in the woods, but now I know it. I know I'm just a mate to carry a child, Kailor, and I'll stick to my place, but, you did ask..."
"Yes, I did," Kailor whispered. "How do you wish I felt about you?"
"What?"
"Well?"
Odin shifted to lay on his back and look at the ceiling. He couldn't bring himself to look into Kailor's eyes as he answered, for fear of being reprimanded. "I wish you were in love with me," he answered. "But I don't expect you to be. You have a pack to worry about, maybe even more, with this ice freezing over everything."
"I can still feel things, you know, even with responsibilities," he replied, grinning a little at Odin's shyness.
The young wolf shrugged, "I suppose so, but, I would never presume that-"
Kailor cut Odin off as the white wolf flipped over playfully, putting himself over top of the gray wolf and forcing their lips together in a kiss, the first passionate kiss they'd shared since that night two weeks earlier in the forest. Kailor twisted his head to the side and forced his muzzle downward, spearing his long canine tongue into Odin's soft, warm maw.
Both wolves gave into murring and wonderful growling at each other as they kissed so fiercely. When Kailor finally lifted his lips up from Odin's, the young wolf was panting for air.
Odin was staring up into Kailor's eyes, just looking at the look of sheer adoration coming out of them that he only saw before in his imagination when thinking of the much, much older wolf. He felt the love, felt the lust he wanted to feel from the man... but, he also felt the now-familiar cock hardening against his own unsheathed member and stomach. For a moment Odin worried that this sign of affection was only Kailor getting anxious, getting horny and needing release. "If you want sex from me, Kailor, you don't need to say-" Odin began, before getting cut off by the older wolf darting his head down, clamping his teeth over Odin's small neck, threatening to bite down.
"I know I wouldn't... but I'm going to say it, because I mean it... I love you..." he said, biting down just enough for Odin to feel all of his teeth.
Odin gasped and arched his stomach up, pressing his suddenly rock-hard cock against Kailor's. He didn't know why he reacted to the bite so much, all he could relate it to was being trapped in a very lovely, warm place. Odin growled and helplessly wrapped his legs up around Kailor, being careful not to press his pregnant belly to much up against Kailor's muscular stomach.
The white wolf released his bite and licked over the neck lovingly. "It's nice to know I turn you on," he whispered, grinning, "It's flattering..."
"I c-can't believe you're attracted to me, either..." panted Odin, "and of course you turn me on... you always did... I thought about you, the first time I... well..."
"Mmm..." Kailor murred out, "and what did you think about?"
"You..."
"What about me?"
"The night before, I caught you bathing in the stream," Odin admitted, "I kept watching... and that's when I started thinking, and I started it..."
"Ah..." Kailor said, still grinning, "tell me what you thought?"
"I... well... uh..." Odin started, before coughing nervously. He was afraid if he told, Kailor wouldn't be so interested in what he'd imagined so far. He considered lying for a moment, but, he decided he couldn't live with himself if he did. "I imagined I was with you, in the water, and I was..."
"Somewhere beneath you?" Kailor surmised, whispering the question very closely in Odin's ear. Just like in their first time, the white wolf gently bit the ear and licked inside, finding himself hungry for the taste of Odin's smell, the feel of the flesh underneath his own flesh, teeth, claws, surrounding and squeezing every sensitive area he had.
"N-Not exactly," said Odin, "I... was holding you down... you were the one underneath..." he whispered.
Kailor couldn't say that he wasn't taken the least bit aback. Odin felt the need to be dominant? For some reason the white wolf had never considered it. Perhaps it was because he himself didn't naturally see himself on bottom, so, he didn't see Odin on top. He thought about what his mate said for a moment, the rare grin never leaving his face. Deciding quickly that he wanted to show Odin just how much he realized he was in love with him, Kailor grabbed a hold of Odin and flipped the two wolves over, so that Odin was laying down on the older wolf's stomach.
Odin yelped in surprise and grabbed onto Kailor's chest as he was swung upwards. He sat up on the other's legs and glanced down at his mate's crotch, still very, very impressed.
"Do you still imagine things like that?" Kailor asked, reaching down with his paw. He gripped Odin's stiff member and stroked it at a torturously slow pace, causing the boy to give soft, pleasured whimpers.
"W-Well, yes, sometimes... but I know I can't, Kail, and I would never try to surprise you with-"
Kailor shifted himself to sit up, pulling his legs out from under Odin so that the teenaged wolf was kneeling on the bed. "Why not? I did it to you without asking very much," he said, kneeling on the bed as well, to face his mate. He leaned in and started nipping and giving even stronger bites to the neck.
Odin gasped and moaned as the teeth pressed in against his flesh. His breathing quickened, his cock jumped and spurt out another shot of precum, precum which had dripped down and covered nearly the entire underside of Odin's cock and scrotum.
Kailor took his teeth from Odin and tilted his own head to the side in offering. He used his paw to pull Odin forward, pressing the boy's lips to his neck. As he waited for Odin to do what Kailor knew he wanted, the white wolf reached down with his free paw and began stroking Odin a second time, though, now he was gently spreading the precum all over his stiff cock.
Odin shivered with delight as his mate played with him. He sniffed Kailor's musk, the scent coming from the warm, hard neck beneath him. Not knowing what overtook him, Odin opened up his maw and bit down on Kailor's neck, clamping down harder only until he heard his mate moan from it. In that moment Odin felt a second pleasure aside from what was happening below his waist, biting was giving him a sense of ownership over Kailor he hadn't felt before, like they were equals. Odin stopped his biting when Kailor pulled his sticky paw off of his cock. The young boy reached out to stroke Kailor in return, but, before he knew it Kailor had turned around.
The white wolf was facing away from Odin as he bent down on all fours. He spread his legs and front paws apart, and lifted up his tail to display his backside as well as he could. Kailor was nervous, truthfully scared, at what he was offering. He'd always considered it beneath him to be beneath someone else in mating, even with a female, so, this position seemed alien to him. It took a moment for him to calm down with the realization that he wasn't putting himself beneath. He wasn't degrading himself, not when he was offering it to Odin. He was offering to treat him the same as he was treated, to have the same liberties in the bedroom as well as in the pack.
Odin didn't know what to do. He was kneeling in front of Kailor, his cock hard, lubricated, and getting more lubricated with his precum by the second. He stared at Kailor's tailhole, wanting desperately to just lunge forward. The boy held back, instead just putting his paws on the sides of Kailor's hips.
Kailor closed his eyes and lowered his head even more, honestly wondering why Odin hadn't started yet. Was he afraid? Did he not want to anymore? The white wolf tried the best he could to get Odin past whatever hang up was hanging over him. Kailor pushed his tailend high and waved his tail, further offering himself. Soon he was rewarded. Kailor stared at the headboard and green-painted wall when the pressure first formed from behind him, a hot pressure that only kept growing until the tapered canine cock spread apart the hole just slightly, sliding its way into his body.
Kailor moaned and growled out as the cock sunk inwards. The intense feeling of displacement wasn't painful for him, in fact, it was pleasurable for both the senses and the mind. Kailor felt the moaning, shivering Odin coming in from behind him, sinking himself deeper and deeper until the white wolf felt Odin's hips press strongly up against his ass. Kailor took many, many deep breaths, forcing himself to cope with the extreme fullness he felt within him. He found the only way he could was by moaning and growling to the pillow beneath him.
The hilting only seemed to last a moment before Odin pulled back a few inches and pushed back in, giving a loud yelp of pleasure while doing it. Kailor shook and reached out to the sides, grabbing the mattress so he'd simply have something to grab. He felt Odin's cock pull out and push in again, and again, and again, speeding up. Each and every thrust caused Kailor to grunt. Odin soon went too fast too soon, causing more pain than Kailor would've liked, but, the alpha said nothing and simply waited for himself to adjust the pain to pass. He wouldn't stop the mating, not for anything. Kailor would never have guessed before it started how differently he'd feel about being on the bottom. It was like he was handing over responsibility, handing over his control, to his mate, and trusting him with being in the most private, sensitive, and taboo place in his body.
Kailor held himself on all fours, receiving the mating for a time he couldn't measure. Odin sped up, he slowed down, he went harder, he went softer, but their shared yelps, gasps, and whimpers of pleasure and love remained constant throughout the wordless act. Kailor held his tail up as high as he could manage when Odin rather suddenly sped up and quickened his breathing. Kailor reached behind him with a paw and put it on Odin's side, gripping and pulling him forward, urging him to release. He felt the large bulb of a knot force itself into his tailhole. He held in the yelp of pain and stayed still, clenching down on Odin as he rutted.
The strong, dominant white wolf had never felt as submissive and as loved as he did when the rutting stopped, and the cock was pushed as much into him as possible. He could feel the cum gushing into him, warming his insides as Odin collapsed on top of him. The warmth continued to spread into him, as if his mate's seed was pouring itself and melting with his body. He felt the heat slither through him, resting in the suddenly hot pit of his stomach.
Kailor collapsed forward under Odin's weight. The two wolves laid on each other, with Odin soon going onto his side to avoid pressure on his pregnant belly. Kailor was drawn to his side by the knot, which was locking them together, locking Odin's seed inside. Kailor closed his eyes, fully ready to simply go to sleep with Odin so deep in him.
"Kail?" whispered Odin.
"Yes?"
"I... th-thank you... I'm really your mate now, aren't I?"
"Very much so," replied the white wolf, grinning gently, "was it like you imagined?"
"Better."
"I'm glad. It was much better than I thought it'd be, too," he replied, "we'll do it whenever you wish, I swear."
Odin smiled to himself, then, shyly licked at the back of Kailor's neck. "If I'm your mate... does that mean you can tell me?"
"Tell you?"
"Where you came from. You've told everyone only that you're from the north, and you left for food, and that you won't trust anyone with anything more from that... if I'm your mate, do I get to know?"
Kailor reached back and rubbed the side of Odin's belly gently. "I'm from the northest north. My pack were guardians of the Rebirth Mountain," he said, "which is on the northern pole of the world."
"Rebirth Mountain?"
"It's from a legend. It says that the world already existed once before, and that it was destroyed. The only survivor was a single Wolf, because he was the most pure of all souls of the world. The magic of the moon and Rebirth Mountain saw his good and let him have child without a woman. Those children went out and spawned all of the intelligent species again, more Canines, Felines, Vulpines, Avians, Reptiles, everything, and then all of the normal canines and such," he said, "and the world would be safe so long as the original species - the wolf - was in harmony with the moon, magic and mountain," he said, "If they weren't, then, the gift of life would be taken again, and the world would be frozen."
"My pack were guardians. But, we had to leave, because the temperatures dropped too much. They all moved south, and I stopped here. But it looks like the freezing is spreading to even down here. We'll have to move south, again," he surmised.
"The world is ending?"
Kailor laughed lightly, "If you believe the legend, then, yes."
"How could you stop it, if it were true?"
"There's supposed to be some prophecy involving going to the mountain and sacrificing something, I'm not sure. The tablets were stolen a few hundred years ago," he said.
"Do you believe the cold will stop? Will it be okay?"
Kailor twisted his neck around so he could look Odin in the eye. He smiled deeply and further distorted his arm, allowing him to hold the small wolf's paw. "I don't know," he said, he honestly didn't know if the legends were true, "but I'll never let anything hurt you, Odin. Never."
Dralen was leaning back in his throne, petting over Riard's head which was still stuck between his legs. It was going on over two hours. Now the meeting room was filled with half a dozen wolves, all followers of Dralen as their true Alpha. None of them spoke about Riard's compromising position, though, they were all either aroused or amused or both by it. "We got a letter, today, from Rakura City," he said, "They've got the first snow storm they've had in recorded history. It's spreading, my wolves, and we've got little time before we die of hunger or cold."
"What are we going to do?" asked Fiyor, the tallest of all of the men in the pack. "You said Kailor had to mate with you, but, he hasn't, he picked someone else. That means the prophecy is wrong," he said, "and so are you."
Dralan gave the insubordinate male a deathly glare, deciding right then that he'd have to deal with Fiyor's punishment yet again after the meeting was done. "I am not wrong. I simply miscalculated... if fate doesn't do it, then, we have to do it for fate."
"Do what? Make him love you?"
"Yes."
"Not even your sorcery can do that, Dralan," Fiyor said, "make males have wombs and females infertile, yes, but, not change love."
"I suppose not, but, we've made many sacrifices these past years to fulfill this prophecy. We've killed and hurt our own pack, but, it's for the greater good. For power. There's only one last thing that needs to be done to convince Kailor to mate with me and abandon his first mother and child," he said.
Fiyor raised his head up in disgust. "We won't kill Odin. He's weak, he's defenseless," he said.
Dralan raised his head up just the same, snarling at all of the wolves. "If we must, we will."\