Those of speed and stamina ran. Meleys body moved in a steady, easy lope behind. It will be the stag's choice. He may have us run to further the distance between us and his herd. To focus on him. Either way, if he runs or not, he will stop and he will fight.

The sprinters split, the herd breaking apart in different directions. The stag cantering behind, bellowing as he followed in slower lope and kept his eyes upon those gathering around him. There was a great legion of wolves here. Would he attempt to hold back them all?

Meleys' head perks to the sound of a woofing for attention. It is given by a large, smokey man who came too close to the flame. Meleys woofs in turn and begins to move quicker, honing in on the stag as she runs at an angle, to bring her closer to the other wolf. If he could keep up, he could run with Lanzadoii.