Chapter the Third
Kallana had been following the young colt when he was separated from his herd. Wanting to watch before she got involved, she followed him for three days till he became surrounded in a canyon.
In response to his battle cry she gave a shriek that would make her griffin father proud and dove down.
Scyler looked in amazement at the Hippogrif beside him before turning back to the battle. Caroak snarled at the intruder but the wolves continued their advance.
The unicorns went back to back giving piercing war cries from their own kind. The wolves charged.
It was a giant melee filled with heavy furry bodies, snapping teeth and raking claws. Kallana struck out with her beak over and over staining it crimson while Scyler parried and dodged blows like a master swordsman.
Caroak watched apprehensively from the sidelines.
The battle was definitely not in favor of the wolf pack. He had expected the young unicorn to be weak, but here he was fighting with the skill of a veteran warrior!
And that weird creature that had landed was just as good! The pair were outnumbered two to one and yet they were driving off the wolves!
Deciding to help he leaped into the battle, jaws wide seeking the half-grown's neck!
Scyler sensed the impending danger and shied to the left. The wolf missed his throat but did manage to clamp on to his shoulder.
Bucking, twisting and rolling he tried to dislodge the stubborn wolf but it's teeth were clamped on so hard that they had already dug deep into his skin and were closing on his bone.
Kallana finished of the rest of the wolves and turned to watch in amazement at the half-grown. Scyler was trying unsuccessfully to scrape the wolf off on a wall. He was starting to panic and his shoulder hurt fiercely. Vision starting to dim from the pain, he staggered a bit.
Caroak feeling his opponent weakening opened his jaws wider to bite the killing blow. But paused as he felt talons dig in to his hide, pulling him of the unicorn. Kallana struck again and again with her talons not stopping until she was sure he was dead.
Scyler struggled up but cried out when he felt pain. Finally darkness clouded his eyes, reducing the sharp pain in his shoulder to an ache. His last impression was of wings enfolding him in sweet, soft darkness.
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