The wolves’ ears flicked back. Snarls escaped them. The wrinkle of their noses. “Something has happened. There’s a smell, a new foul smell similar to Valre and Golhre, at the same time it’s different.
Valre and Golhre exchange looks and froze. Their eyes widened. Could the cursed Nards have gotten free? The king did go and assist the terror.
Crystal glanced down at the Wolves. “What else do you smell."
“Fear and Nard blood lots of it. A minor hit of Casalyian.”
Without Crystal saying a word, the wolves attached to her. Crystal sniffed through her wolf helmet. Her shoulders tensed. “Terrance, what should we do?”
Terrence shook his head. "There is nothing but to continue on our task."
Valre and Golhre nodded. "The Nard king would be displeased with an early return."