After angering the pack of wolves, Merlin turned towards the route he plotted out previously and started running. The wolves began sprinting after him with their fangs bared, and their collective barks and growls could be heard from quite a distance away. Merlin saw as various small critters ran away as he and the wolf pack approached.
Merlin's heart was beating fast, there was too many things that could go wrong at this moment, some of which were out of his control. If he failed the timing, he would be mauled to death by a pack of wolves. If for some reason Arwell Lychester's wagon wasn't there, he would be mauled by the pack of wolves. If someone else was where Arwell should have been, they would become lunch for the wolves, and Merlin would lose his chance.
