My head dropped low and I tested the air. The hiker's blood streamed over his skin and onto the ground, the sharp, coppery odor creating an intoxicating fog in my conscience. I fought the temptation to tast it. 

calla? bryn's alarm pulled my gaze from the fallen hiker.  Get out of here. I Bared my teeth at the smaller wolf. She dropped low and bellied  along the ground toward me. Then she raised her muzzle and licked the underside of my jaw.

What are you going to do? her blue eyes asked me. she looked terrified. I wondered iff she thought I'd kill the boy for my own pleasure. Guilt and shame trickled through my veins. 

Bryn, you can't be here. Go Now. 

she wined but slunk away, slipping beneath the cover of pine trees.

I stalked toward the hiker. My ears flicked back and forth. He struggled for breath, pain and terror filling his face. Deep gashes remained where the grizzly's claws had torn at his thigh and chest. Blood still flowed from the wounds. I knew it wouldn't stop. I growled, frustrated by the fragility of his human body.

He was a boy who looked about my age: seventeen, maybe eighteen.