A ring of gray armored knights and templars surrounded the gaggle of farm boys and young blue bloods, with apparently equal regard for both. Malik almost lost sight of the Wolf among her men. She paced and watched them with golden eyes that fit her title. He heard Emilio gulp nervously behind him. He suspected the fop was more sheep than wolf, and wondered ruefully if he might qualify as a 'Sheepdog'. Certainly, he felt older than the lot of them.
