Wolves

A wolf leaps out of the bushes ready to attack you, biting into your shoulder. Still with your cock dangling from your sheath and without any weapons, you push it off with you arms then rear up and give it a swift kick with your legs. You hear the howls of other wolves coming from the direction of the camp along with the screams and shouts of the humans.

You trot towards the camp blood trickling down your shoulder unable to get into a full gallop in these trees. You hear the wounded wolf behind you unable to match your pace but still persuing. You reach camp 4 wolves are pulling at the bodies you were carrying three on the body of the manticore and one pulling the woman's body just out of sight into the bushes at the far side of the clearing. Sarah was clutching the baby manticore with the children beside her. Harrold, Hwin, Shakaste and the injured mand held fromed a square around them defending themselves from all sides. Harrold had your spear; Hwin had a dagger and a burning log; Shakaste had a long staff he had been using as a walking stick but now used as a quarterstaff; the injured mad who you still didn't know his name also had a burning branch. The wolves could see that the injured mas was the weak link and two of them were lunging at him trying to break through the defensive structure. One wolf each was keeping the others at bay. You had moments to asses the situation before your wolf caught up limping.