Ania spun on her heels to look at Skovi. The great wolf lay in the snow with a nasty gash that ran from the base of his neck to his hindquarters. The snow quickly a deep red around him as Randa prepared to sever his head!
"No!" Ania screamed as a bolt of lightning shot forth from the tip of her spear.
Randa cursed as he was forced to avoid the deadly lightning. He scowled at Ania before glancing at the wolf. Skovi's wound ran deep and it was not something that he could fix with his breath in a short amount of time. A cruel grin spread across Randa's face as he focused his gaze back on Ania.
