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[Akroma]

Ludmilla simply mounts Mikhail again. She is not going to be taunted by some hot-headed fool.

"I said you are denied."

((I assumed that Sanures actions, as per being the GM, could be taken at face value.))

[Sanure]

Syrgan looks at Shino and shakes his head. The look in his eyes says he is displeased with the turn of events. He then steps in front of Ludmilla nad Freyja, himself getting spit upon, "If you want to hate anyone, hate me. But do not do this hear." He looks worried. Anyone looking would notice Ajen looking towards the woods to the east.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Gilebete comes back after setting up all the stuff she was asked to do... She noticeably did beohtric's stuff as well"

[Chevaleresse]

"Then I spit in the face of your so-called authority and claim you unfit to drive an ox-cart, let alone lead a group of monster hunters." He glances at Freyja for a moment, conflicted. He had intended on helping her recover, but that would mean playing into the hands of Ludmilla. . .

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Something's coming."
Shina stands up.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"What happened? "

[Akroma]

"The capital is towards the south, seek your glory there, Taros, Geliebte relieve Erydin from his punishment, then build a circle of fires around the camp. Beorhtric help them. Make haste."

She turns Mikhail towards the woods, not even giving Caderyn another glance.

[Sanure]

"No. the fires will attract it. Ajen. Scout it. See what it is." Ajen takes off into the woods quickly, while Syrgan draws his bow.

[kj1225]

Beorhtric follows after Freydja to patch her up as ordered.

[SOLDIER First]

"Would you possibly untie it for me?"

[Projeck37]

Freyja sniffs the air, then looks to the woods. She shoos off Beo.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Gilebete readys her Lance and shield carefully eyes narrowing body tense.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Shina immediately goes over and climbs onto Tatsumaki, drawing her own bow and riding between Syrgan and Lilian and the woods.

Of course, before she does, she unties whatever Elidyr needs untied.

[kj1225]

Beorhtric is obviously not shooed off. Unlike the noble he doesn't fancy being beaten. And he'd rather not listen to Ludmilla's yelling more.

[Sanure]

Many howls begin echoing around the group, their cries giving away their location half a mile into the woods. Then another cry of howls, this time from the west and south west. Then, finally, a lone loud howl, more beastly in nature, but unclear of what it is.

Ajen comes sprinting back into camp directly for Syrgan, "Wolves. at least twelve packs. Their not coming towards us, but following us..."