“Last, there’s the Phylax, or the guardians,” Izabel goes on, gesturing to the calmer-looking group where Henrey stands with his hands resting passively on his hips. So leaders, spies, warriors, and guardians. “Roles in combat?” “Sort of. But it also has to do with pack dynamics, culture, and even the wolves’ demeanors,” she says. “Each of us has our purpose, and we work together. In theory.”
