Moonscarred Werewolf sat on the ridge overlooking Gavony. She sighed. It had been many years since Lilliana and Garruk had come to the Innistrad planes and caused all the chaos which resulted in Sorin Markov and the Angel of Avacyn returning to sort everything out.
From behind the smaller female werewolf stood two male wolf warriors. One was about her height, with a well defined, yet not too beefy six pack abs and muscles. The second one was bigger, with a much more defined six pack and larger muscles.
The smaller one looked at the bigger one.
"Want to talk to her, Wolfir Silverheart?" he asked.
"Let us, Wolfir Avenger. After all, the Lord of Innistrad has asked us," The bigger one replied.
The two wolf warriors silently came up behind her. She was quiet, kneeling down on the ledge, ready to make her move on several roughs, who were attacking a small group of children. That mad her angry. No one hurts kids in her presence.
She had leapt off and landed safely on the ground. Wolfir Avenger groaned and took off after her. Wolfir Silverheart was already gone and hiding in the shadows to watch how Moonscarred Werewolf dealt with the problem.
When she got there, the bullies were now beating on a young girl, no more than nine years of age. She grabbed one of the bullies' wrist and jerked him away.
"Hurting young children makes you lower than the ocean's floor," she snapped.
One turned on her with a metal pipe. She ducked and elbowed him in the gut. As he fell away, two more came up with chains and tried to slam her. She dodged again, and kicked both of them away.
Things were made worse by the leaders coming in behind with several silver inlaid daggers. At that point, Wolfir Silverheart's paw came down and smashed the weapons to the ground.
"Not acceptable," The large Wolf Warrior said, shaking his claw-like finger at the gang.
The leaders tried to fight off the two wolves, but failed miserably. Wolfir Avenger had gone to get the jailer and a doctor to tend to the bullied kids. Moonscarred stared at the bullies, putting herself between the injured and the injury inflicters.
"You are a pathetic monster," one spat.
"No," she said, calmly. "You are the monster. You have no standards. Anyone who picks on little kids and gets thrills are nothing more than dirt, yet not worthy of the insult of being called dirt. You are nothing to anyone here. You need to see the church at Avacyn to cleanse your souls."
"We'll get even with you," one snarled.
"Revenge is an answer that is more trouble than it's reward," Wolfir Silverheart said.
The jailer dragged the bullies off. The three wolf warriors disappeared before the villagers woke up. The three finished their watch and made their way to Markov Manor, where Sorin was waiting for them.
"I hope he won't be angry with me," Moonscarred thought as the three wolf warriors arrived at Markov Manor.