Urlo looked like he would collapse at any second as he stood between Zeresha and the wolf, he leaned on his black yew staff with droopy eyes as he stared down the beast.
The wolf paused as it met his gaze, choosing to retreat, the animal followed its instincts and its instincts blared a warning as it looked at the dark-skinned piece of delectable flesh.
Uriel sighed in relief and panted heavily as he reached Urlo and Zeresha.
White steam poured from their mouths as they watched the wolves and waited, the wolves were slowly circling them at a distance, and their hungry growls reverberated through the air.
"Why aren't you using your eldrin?" Urlo asked giving Uriel a quick glance, he couldn't afford to take his eyes off the wolves for more than a second.
