Viscount Darwin glanced around at the pack of wolves surrounding them. The wolves looked thin, and hungry, but also dangerous. His hand gripped a sword, ready to slay anything.
"They must have come from somewhere," he hissed, setting up a stance to protect her.
"I know! But… argh!" She tried to get up as best she could, grabbing whatever she could use as a weapon. She got the remaining firewood, which she could use as a stick to fight.
"You don't have to do anything," he insisted. "Let me fight them!" Just before he could make another defense, or simply raise his protection, the wolves attacked him in unison. Their claws were very sharp, teeth that did not differ much, then their hair was damp and had a distinctive aroma.
He rolled to dodge several attacks, occasionally swinging his sword to stay afloat. Some wolves targeted RB to bite her, making her a breakfast menu. But luckily he was still agile enough to get rid of the wolves.
