Temple of the Morning Star

 Something in the air shifted that made the hair on the back of Markos's neck stand on end. The wolves and Elias tensed and threw their heads back with a rising whine. The whine stretched into mournful howls echoing through the cavernous temple halls. Elias's voice joined them with a strained barking yawl. 

It sounded as if there were a hundred wolves all around them as the sound amplified and filled the space. Iliana scanned the chamber, her expression thoughtful. Caelyn simply removed his helmet and smoothed the sweat soaked hair from his face. Sintija was more preoccupied with examining the large doors behind them. 

Vladimars winced at the sound, covering his ears as he curled down into himself as if to hide from the sound. "Ack. Make them stop."

Markos watched Vladimars with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Unconsciously, his hand settled on the pouch that held the soulstone.

Why is he reacting this way?