"Yeah, it's just over that hill, no more than a mile away!" Shawn answered.
"Finnally," said Derek, leaning against a tree,"How long have we been walking. A season. Two."
"You lazy bum, it's been no more than a week." said Barial, punching his brother playfully.
"Really. It felt like at least ten seasons. Now let's get going, I'm tired and need to find a nice soft bed to rest in."
"Well I think me and my friends can help you there , voley."
The brothers turned to see three huge wolves, one holding a spear and the other two with sabers.
"Wait Will. Aint there supposed to be three of 'em," said the smallest of the wolves.
At that moment Shawn flung himself from the tree and landed squarely on the speaker's shoulders. He plunged his dagger deep into the wolf's head.
Will throw his spear. Shawn let out a cry of pain and fury as the spear stabbed his leg. He quickly pulled it out and charged toward the wolf, seemingly unaware of the large amount of blood he had just lost. The wolf reached out, grasping the spear hilt that had suddenly appeared in his stomach.
Shawn turned to face the last wolf, only to find it lying on the ground with an arrow in it's throat.
"Couldn't let you have all the fun, aye Shawn?" Derek chuckled. Shawn gave a weak smile before falling to the ground.
A.N:I know a wolf could probably kill a squirrel with one scratch, but this is a story, so I'm just gonna pretend that a wolf is only about twice the size of a squirrel, ok.