Talia paused at the sight of one wounded wolf who was surrounded by five rogues.
Two unmoving rogues on the ground had their necks torn.
Talia didn't recognize the wolf they came to rescue, but Damon said it smelled of the Spring Leaf pack as he shifted into his wolf and joined the fray.
Talia's heart was beating wildly. The injured wolf was visibly wobbly, and the ones circling it only waited for a chance to deliver the fatal attack. This didn't look good.
With Damon's appearance, four rogues turned to him, but one was still eyeing the chance to attack the wounded wolf, who seemed to be at the end of its rope.
Talia wanted to get the baddies and save the ally, but she could not do so in one swift swoop. The injured wolf was too close, and Talia could harm it from that distance. Her anxiety rose when she saw that Damon, tired from running and fighting, was now facing four enemies.
