(172) A Familiar Face

Geth's blatant display of superiority quickly drew the ire of the wolves. The two wolves fighting from a distance ignored the cries of their partners and climbed over them in a frenzy to get to Geth.

'They really are prideful creatures,' Geth smiled smugly and dispersed the hardened mud on the ground.

He'd led the four of them back to where their spiked pitfall was hiding. A gaping hole opened under the feet of the creatures.

The beasts plummeted into the depths of the crater. Two of the injured wolves died on impact, while one was pierced through its thigh.

The last of the creatures managed to land, though not so gracefully. It gave Geth enough time to inspect the battlefield.

The two intact Taming Formations were glowing with a bright golden aura. The Direwolves inside had long since stopped struggling.