Seymour eyes one of the prone orcs and snaps at her heels.
You hear a long sigh. The orc stops breathing.
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Seymour growls at the cloaked figure. His rage builds as he watches his friends being attacked.
He grabs her arm in his teeth and pulls, growling deep in his throat.
The wolf licks Olias' hand, closes its eyes contentedly, and rests while it can.
The wolf licks Jorlitharr's dirty hands as he bandages the leg. Then the wolf looks at Olias as he plays and starts howling gently. But this is not a sad howl. It's almost like he's singing along.
The wolf is still standing on three legs and whining. As Olias comes up with his hand outstretched, the wolf sniffs it carefully. When the lute music starts, the wolf lets out an audible sigh and starts to slowly lower itself to the ground. He lays with the arrows sticking up into the air and licks the area around them. He splutters a bit, as if something tasted bitter to him on his tongue. He does not move as Jorlitharr approaches. The music seems to have completely lulled him. He will lift his head and look when Jorlitharr touches the arrows but he allows it.
The wolf watches Jorlitharr approach and backs up a little. It pants and whines but does not back away, its eyes fixed on the extended piece of meat. As the jerky is extended towards his muzzle, the wolf sniffs it and chomps. He accidentally nips Jorlitharr's hand. The wolf stays and chews. It is standing on three legs; the back right leg is lifted gingerly and two arrows stick out of it. Blood dribbles. The wolf does not look like it is going to immediately pass out or die.
In the morning when the wolf hears the music, his ears perk up and he gazes at Olias. He slowly gets to his feet and walks over towards the bard, sniffing and listening. He stays outside the pit that Jorlitharr dug, but he follows Olias' movement around the campsite, taking a couple steps and keeping his eyes on him. The wolf keeps his distance and growls if you try to get closer to him. Suddenly, after fifteen minutes of this, the wolf dashes off to the east, disappearing into the grove of trees where you found him.
At the sound of this, the dire wolf stops in his howling and looks intently at the raven. He then growls and snaps at the bird, almost playfully. As Olias' lute music wafts through the air softly, the wolf quiets. He looks at Olias intently for a full minute. Then the wolf looks around at all of you. He seems to sense that you aren't there to hurt him. He looks at Rukkh in particular, as if there is a sort of connection there. The the wolf quietly and slowly walks next to his old master, curls up, and sighs. His eyes are open but his posture is relaxed.
The dire wolf wakes and immediately springs to its feet as it hears Rukkh approach. It bares its teeth, hackles raised and tail straight. When it smells and sees the food offering, hunger takes over: it relaxes a little and swallows the berry whole. The wolf sniffs at Rukkh, still wary, but Rukkh can tell that the wolf is not going to attack him. As Rukkh points, the wolf growls and takes a few steps towards the pit. Then it whimpers, sits down, and howls a cry that makes everyone feel sad to the core of their being. It does not stop howling, and will not allow anyone to come any closer to it; it growls and bares its fangs if anyone tries. |