An Enemy or Ally? (2)

Ari summoned his silver wind of bow and arrow and pointed at the werewolf. The three of them stood still as the fur on the monster waved in ripples of muscles beneath.

"It is a good thing you brought me tiny presents. I love me some elfen and a beauty for dinner." The monster quipped. He had unsheathed two sets of deadly sharp talons and stretched his wide arms as if to welcome them.

Red had hidden behind Ari and she clutched at his shirt like her life depended on it. This monster was even bigger than Luca. The words he spoke were equally as frightening as his physique.

She took a side glance at Archer who carried loads of white flowers in his arms. His face was a difficult thing to explain. Not even a tiny happy stretch formed in the corners of his mouth nor a wrinkle of a frown.

He looks kind of annoyed though.

The young faey approached the werewolf slowly and his footsteps crunched the tiny shells that adorned the ground.