Son of Fire and Anvil

The group moved hurriedly through the forest as the howls of beasts grew louder and more frequent. Henry had already counted at least sixty distinct types of howls, but the number was increasing with each passing moment. It seemed as if the creatures had grouped together to hunt them down.

Boris walked beside Henry, with Leier following closely, her hand on her weapon, ready to strike if the dwarf made any suspicious moves or raised a hand toward her liege.

"I've never seen the Ice Giants so restless. It seems we won't be able to leave the village for at least a year" - Boris commented, glancing over his shoulder as if to ensure the creatures weren't right behind them, not bothering with Leier's penetrating gaze.

"Do you often encounter these giants?" -Henry asked, not stopping his steps.