After the war had ended it felt as though years had passed for all in Lyssia. Lyssia now ruled by three humans was taken care of to the full extent, humans wished for the Wyld Wolves to die, it would happen. Recovering from the War was no easy task for both sides of the battles. Werelords themselves still lived within their kingdoms but as icons of their kingdom, while some choices theirs, the others were made of the people of the kingdom. A benevolent Kingship as described by many. Yet, for some war can still and will be at hand, for them Lyssia wishes luck.
The branches of the trees that filled the forest to the brim were all waving in the common winds of the Dyrewoods. These trees were filled with many homes of those who lived within the old woods, some homes surrounded the Dyrewood's because of the resources within its wooden, and leafy walls. Autumn red trees spilled their leaves all over the forest floor, no footstep would go unheard with the crunch of leaves underfoot. Nothing in the forest at all couldn't be heard, even the little worms who lay hidden in the dirt.
Pattering of horse's feet echoed throughout the forest as a beacon to warn off any attackers, but it would serve as an attraction to most. Following Wolfmen was a difficult task for any to find them, they were hunters not hunted. There was always the howl of one of the beasts, following these howls would often lead to traps as most people of the Woods had found. The pack of men on horse shot right below several watchers, most of the horses came to a stop. They were uncomfortable, as they should very well be.
Two Wyld Wolves were perched upon the lowest branch they could both fit on to get a good view of the horsemen. They weren't the only ones watching, above them sat a boy no older than 15, but scrawny, and as malnourished as a boy from southern Bast. In his hands he held a rock larger and heavier than his head, the boy had seen what these monsters could do first hand. One of the unsavory monsters had ripped off his ear in one swift little bite. The boy pilfered inches towards the end of the branch, another exception to the forest. He made no sound.
His eyes were trained above the two Wolfmen who were now hunched down ready to pounce soon, and the rock roll from his chaliced fingertips. The rock fell like a flaming arrow darting towards its target, and the small boulder collided with the monsters backs. Twigs and branches snapped as they fell head first towards the ground, the smaller of the two monsters climbed twirled out from underneath the rock and landed bruised but alive on the forest floor. His friend was everywhere, splatter on trees, limbs stuck up from the ground like saplings preparing to grow.
The first horsemen leapt from his ride up into the air, mid-flight he began to convulse and grow. Drew Ferran fully transformed held Moonbrand ready to fight, the creature new that it would fall. It jumped for Drew who simply brought the silver glowing blade down, the Wolfman was sprawled out on the ground longing for the other half of his body. Drew's enlarged finger pointed upwards into the trees. Men of the Woodland watch hefted their bows up towards the canopy in hopes to find the rock dropper.. The three men with their bows trained high fired, all of the men caught glimpse of the boy in the trees distraction. One arrow managed to catch the boy hin the foot, he held down the scream of the pain that blossomed from his wound. He fell onto the floor being caught by Drew, and laid down on the floor. All of the Watch members stepped forward surrounding the boy with weapons in hand.