Wolves' Wake, Flushed Faces (1)

The snow crunched under the hooves of the horses, already ankle-deep. As they gaited forward, they carved a path through the snow like a small trench in the wake of their footsteps.

The wind whispered softly around them, and the horses snorted gently in the background.

As the knights moved through the snow-covered landscape, Alistair's thoughts bugged him with the inconsistencies with Elden's story. His survival against two colossal wolves seemed improbable for an ordinary hunter.

"Redlic," Alistair whispered to his friend on horseback in front of him.

Redlic glanced over his shoulder and met Alistair's gaze, curiosity marred the features on his face. He slowed his horse to match Alistair's pace.

Alistair gestured to him to come closer, jerking his head as a signal.

"What's up?"

"You got cents with the hunter's story earlier?" Alistair asked urgently, cutting straight to the chase.