"I think that is the last of them for now, we might want to move on quickly if we can"

"SPIKE GRASS!"

No sooner had Lothian said those words than Zana's spell had finally finished; the Fae focused on her spell-casting calling out the name of the spell.

Within the blink of an eye; the party would find a veritable forests of thorny, rotted spikes shooting up from the very ground at their feet to surround them in a veritable forest of spikes rising as high as 10ft into the air! The violent growths would narrowly miss the group, skewering some of the remains of the wolves with enough force to lift a horse into the air!

Rising from her crouched position, the Fae would look around; the violet hue retreating from her verdant skin and green eyes.

"Oh... were they dead already?" 

She asked, tilting her head; looking at the rest of the party through the thicket of spiked roots that had the density of a tightly backed bamboo forest; causing the Fae to have to bob and weave her head slightly in order to be able to even see the other party members.