At this rate the sun didn't seem like it was ever going to come up, the fog had long since dissipated but the area was still gloomy.
The day was shaping up to be overcast as thick dark clouds hovered in the sky blocking out effectively any chance of sun shining through the dense tree branches.
Fiona whispered, "We need to take out the leader first."
The only acknowledgement she got from Tiamat was a small grunt as he also seemed to be sizing up the uninvited opponents.
This was no joking matter, the uninvited was not to be taken lightly, the smaller ones might not do much damage alone but as a pack they were dangerous.
Now that they were organizing themselves into a small hunting party they had the potential to be too fast, too menacing, all too soon.
Fiona felt so tense, her adrenaline was pumping, her heart was racing, her palms were sweating and chafing from holding the lance so fiercely.
