Adorned Brood

The journey takes now many days and nights.
Near the mountains, which stand majestic before them,
they realise the wolvescry.
"Listen my son, the first trial is near." [Narog]
An old majestic oak protects them for the crawling dusk.
The cries come nearer and nearer.
Pulsating blood is what the wolves are scenting.
Raging desire drives them forward.
[Ref.1]
A black wolf jumps out of the thicket.
As fast as he can, Narog shots an arrow.
Which smashes the wolves heart.
Encouraged Tyrael takes a dagger.
Side by side they fight against the beasts.