[center][h1][b]Reign:[/b] [color=yellow]Kingdom Come[/color][/h1][/center]
[h2][center]Chapter 2:B - Wolfborn[/center][/h2]
[center][hider=Song][url=https://youtu.be/prvAdHXUvbs]Hunt or Be Hunted[/url][/hider][/center]

Everyone who was awake prepared themselves as best as they knew how. Sword, branch, knife and bone at the ready. Favian was still in a particularly deep slumber on account of not having a good rest for many weeks. 

The foliage around them rustled all the more, closer every moment.  Then, all sound and movement ceased at once. Seconds passed with the only noise being the heavy breathing of the party and [i]sniffing[/i]. As soon as the sniffing ceased an enormous wolf leapt from the dense vegetation towards Col, ignoring the meat completely. [hider=Wolf][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/6e/0e/586e0e7defe24c25f239de2901104ed2.jpg[/img][/hider]
Its fangs bared down upon him. Luckily Col had his buckler in just the right spot so that the fiend's jaws clamped upon it rather then himself. With ferocious snarls the creature tossed its head back and forth, shield in mouth, jostling Col with its sheer strength. His arm felt like it would break under the erratic movements. The shield began to crack in the beast's jaws. Col could barely maintain his footing and nearly toppled over. Merlin tugged at his reigns in terror, trying to get away from the beast.

At the same time, another one circled around Marque and rushed Bastian. The beast bashed into him with tremendous force and knocked him into the air. Its momentum continued, ramming Lorenzo off his log and in the same direction. They sailed toward the dark brush landing a few yards from each other on the cushioned vegetation. Bastian's knife had blood on it while the creature had a small wound in its side. Martyrdom barked like a maniac as the beast turned and snarled at him. 

A third beast made its way from the brush and slowly approached Marque while this all went on. It stared him down with eyes that seemed [i]intelligent[/i] in some remarkable way. Its gaze went from the flaming object in his hand and Marque himself. It almost seemed hesitant to approach.

Favian finally awoke to the sounds of enormous wolves and the cries of his allies. This was the last thing he had wanted to happen. He wanted to get away from the danger not jump into it!