This first thing that greets my eyes is my men, battered and beaten, tied up around the tent. The second thing I see is the guard. His attention snaps from watching the entrance of the tent where the ruckus of wolves howling and men yelling can be heard, to me. Then he sees the wolf. His eyes grow wide and my feral grin springs to life again. The wolf and I lunged at the soldier at the same time. He has no idea who to swing his sword at first, but goes for the one with sharper teeth. Good call, it's a shame he doesn't manage to do much more than leave a small scratch on the wolf's side that only enrages it further. I may not have very sharp teeth, but I can still bite, and I jump on the soldier, sinking my teeth into his sword arm, one that has no armor on it, how silly of him. He curses,
