Harro did not want to approach the stranger, but he had too. They were both in danger if he didn't. Insides twisting painfully and heart pounding in his chest, the masked man cleared his throat - which he regretted soon after due to the pain it brought - and swallowed. "Wolves," he started, and motioned towards the sounds that seemed to draw near. "Mind... lending... me a... hand? Or... blade?"
Dalamus had heard the wolves, but would have ignored them if not for the stranger’s obvious nervousness. Well, obvious to him. His heart might as well have been a woodpecker hammering away at his rib cage as it was.
The mer nodded. “I will help. Keep your head on a swivel; wolves are more intelligent than most think.”









