The three Direwolves were horrifying. They continued treading from the woodline, walking lowly and watching the tiny humans. Their jaws were bloodied, and small pieces of human and Goblin flesh were dotting their teeth.
It became apparent that the Goblins that had run off, nor the men chasing them, would come back alive. The men watched as blood fell to the ground.
Bruce gritted his teeth. There had been much loss of life that day, and it looked like there was about to be more.
Geth was already prepared to cast State Change, hoping that it could buy enough time to get away. What happened next was strange to everyone present.
The two dark grey wolves standing to the sides circled around the small group and darted past them. It was apparent that their goal was to destroy the structures behind them, not necessarily the people on the field.