A sighting to the South

Majvoc barked a laugh and placed his arrow back in the quiver. He did not un-string the bow.

"So be it." he shrugged, "See us back safely to our companions and I am sure they will be stupid enough to tell you everything you want to know. I travel with fools."

With another grin he turned and began to trudge back through the snow towards the others.

***

Jorrick was glad that the attention of the group had finally passed from him as the others either made a study of the dark structure or settled down for a much needed rest. He sat on a frozen log and peered into his pack to find something edible amongst the slim pickings. They would need to hunt again soon.

Taking a bite out of a tough string of salted beef he looked up to see three figures approaching from the south west. Two of them familiar and one of them... one of them was riding a bloody wolf.

"Shit me!" he breathed as he stood drawing both of his swords, the opposing blades of light and dark seemed to pull at his soul and he gritted his teeth as he fought to master the balance between them.

"We have company!" he called out to the group.