Thorvald’s Wyrd 013
Untroubled by the wind, an arrow hissed through the air to sink into the pack leader’s throat. Thorvald felt the impact of its body through his soles and a splash of black blood reached out over the nearby snow.
For a moment, even the wind held its breath and then three blasts from a horn crashed across man and wolves together. Several of the beasts hunched snarling in the snow before, one by one, each turned tail and ran far across the field to seek safety in the trees.
Thorvald turned to face the horn’s direction. The Hunt had arrived.