As he pinned one of the beasts to the ground Martin managed to get a good look into its eyes and saw the swirling redness staring back at him. ""Blood Magic!" He called out, warning the rest of the party. ""There's a blood mage nearby controlling these things. Possibly more than one!"
Lifting his blade high Martin brought the pommel down hard on the side of the wolf's head, knocking the helpless animal unconscious. He could've killed it easily, but somehow the idea of murdering the innocent hunter just for being unlucky enough to be used as someone's puppet made even the battle-hardened warrior uncomfortable. "Try to contain the beasts as best you can, don't hurt them unless you have to," He shouted over to the militia, most of whom had managed not to get themselves killed by the wolves' charge, "The rest of you head into the forest and try and find the maleficar."
Turning back to the party Martin gestured for the mages to huddle closer. ""I need you all to concentrate on locating the blood mage, by whatever means necessary. If they're just raiders then that's something we can deal with, but if this is some sort of directed attack trying to hit us specifically then we need to know who's after us. That means I want at least one of them still mostly alive when you're done with them, or at least in a state where we can question them."
