"Wolves you say? About how many? I could use the exercise." Jason said with a gleam of hope in his eyes. It was apparent he was getting itchy for a confrontation.
Looking at Saturday, Jason retorted, "Keeping physically fit is one thing, but a good soldier also keeps his battle wits sharp as well." With a smile, he added, "And nothing keeps them sharper than a good fight."
"Sarcasm or not, I was merely pointing out my view of the matter." He said standing stoically.
Sylas groans, You don't mean for us to chase after a wolf pack now do you? We could never hope to keep pace with the beasts and I don't much fancy being bait. If they become bold enough to attack the caravan you'll have your fight. It is unusual for a wild pack to stalk such a large number of armed men. Though I concede that the game on these plains has been much diminished by the constant warfare. We butchered a fair few herds during our tiresome marches to field against the damn lochlannach. Just another problem we shall have to remedy during our stewardship."
Turning to Sylas, "No, I don't mean to chase them. My people's philosophy is, 'let the enemy come to you.' It serves quite well actually."
The tiefling shrugs, "A dangerous philosophy against enemies more cunning than wolves but it should serve well enough here."
He turns to the sentinels, "Very good, keep the fires burning and be ready to sound the alarm. For my part, it has been a hard days travel with very little of interest to keep my mind active. I am in need of a warm meal and a game or and a little mental exercise.", the last is said with a slight smile in Byron's direction.