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[CyMage]

"Leave them for now.  We'll set up a trap when we camp just in case though."  The pony was steered on a slight tangent away from the wolves, but still in the general direction of their destination.  "We lack a healer and shouldn't pick fights with everything we see.  It might relieve boredom but it also might relieve us of our lives."

[Sunhawk]

Bran shrugs.

"True enough."

He sighs.  If there's hungry wolves right here, there's unlikely to be any large game around... or small game, for that matter.  Back to dried fruit and grain pounded into meat...

[CyMage]

Taking the silence of the others as agreement, he looked up at the sky, trying to figure out how much longer they were going to march.  They tried to move at least eight hours a day, a bit more if the terrain permited it.

As they moved on, he told the others to look for good spots to camp.  Either a small cave or a grove of trees.  Hoping that it wouldn't be needed, but doing it anyways, he reminded them to keep an eye on the wolves as well.

[Dracos]

Rocks fall, everybody dies.

End of Game.

Dracos