Past everyones ears, and picked up by the dragons would be the whishing sound of arrows. They seemed to be coming from the tree tops, flying in all directions at the attacking wolven beasts. The remaining wolves howled in pain, arrows sticking out of their bodies before they began to depart. One Wolf remained though, with arrows sticking out of its back and went to attack the girl, Mina, as her back was turned to the last of the wolves.
A man in a dark hooded cloak dropped down from the tree tops, standing between the girl whom had been talking to Riley, pulling twin daggers from his side. The Wolf snarled and barrelled into the hooded man, who fell into the brush and away from the children and dragons. The sound of the wolfs cry was heard, unseen from everyone else. 

The hooded man walked back into the camp, holding the decapitated head of the wolf in his hand. He went to the fire that had gone out and tossed the wolves head into the pit before taking a seat. The head just moved the debris of the fire to spark it, and a small flame began; burning the hair of the wolves head. He sat, staring into the fire wordlessly. His cloak had become soaked in blood and he kept his hood up, concealing his face. He stood with his back straight, alert. 

Meanwhile from his back pocket a small dragon emerged, peaking its tiny red head out before scurrying like a lizard out of the pouch and into the fire. The fire licked at the scales on its red body but it remained unharmed. It bit into the flesh of the wolves head and tore back with massive effort, knawing on what it could. The hooded man remained immobile.