Six survivors, one each steed are riding by two survivors, cut into two from six. Aerline, Jhàrold, Kristinov, and the brothers are walking beside the survivors. On the land they stroll is a hill, they will get on ahead back to Connart for the survivor's safety. Aerline was struggling to walk because of the grass poking her torso, the Knights occur not bother the brothers as well - they prevail taller than her as well they have protection on them while she is not. "Do you need a carry?" Jhàrold said with a grin. Aerline shook her head, hiding her lips and pushing the pointy grass above aside from jabbing her. The cold breeze pushes their body forth, the hair forced aside and trudging to their visage. Above ether change, its color to sunset or gloaming sky takes over the blue. Dim stars seeming above, clouds evanescent like the sun and moon occured with its lucent luna.
Silent, only silent strolling to the woodland and Kristinov takes branches and sticks to make fire. "We will stay here for the night" The Knight said, the survivors are still scared to move towards him to thank him but they already did to the brothers and Jhàrold and Aerline except for Kristinov. As Kristinov takes his helmet off after putting the sticks above the soil, the survivor's expression is awe. The mage puts a fire with his magic and his brother was helping the survivors to get down on their steed. Aerline bestowed apples and bread to each survivor that is concealed from her pouch. "You can heal your own, right?" Jhàrold ask Kristinov as he saw the bruises above the knuckles after taking his gauntlets off that occurred ere the battle of the great wolf from Connart. "No" He replied emotionlessly with his eyes that is not yet drowsy.
"You can cast, why not heal?" Jhàrold asked again with more concern in his words and a gaze that is covered with curiosity. "I do not know" He replied while his head headed above his sabaton. "Strange" Jhàrold replied with a smile and stride to the steeds to feed them. The brothers are with the survivors, lending them warm cloth and blankets with their magic of heat to settle inside what they provided to the survivors. All of them said the same thing to the brothers "I thank thee". Aerline already fed the steeds, Jhàrold standing beside her, and then he poke her with his fingers to her above-left shoulder. "You alright?" Jhàrold asked while gazing at her complexion viewpoint, the darkling hair that lays above her ears and all of her hair are on her right shoulder - little strands that are left on her behind the neck. She turned her head to gaze at him, her eyes peered into his eyes lightly with a smile saying "Yes, yes, I am truly glad we have saved some survivors, why do not we let them stay on their home, going back in Connart will be a waste of time" She said with an aquiver tone while stroking her fingers with her fingers that are cold slightly if to be touched.
"I do not know, I can ask Kristinov, if that is your problem" Jhàrold said while thumbing up pointing to Kristinov. Jhàrold shoves his body aside to get on to Kristinov but Aerline clenches his gauntlet with her one arm to stop Jhàrold from asking - she was scared of what he will reply to him and her. He moves his iris to her lips and her emerald gaze slowly with a grin and understanding. Aerline shook her head sans confessing something to him but he will comprehend that she does not yearn to plead this is a waste of moment. The survivors looked delightful as they consume and talk one another with glee. Four-man and two women sit around the circle beside the brothers and Kristinov while Aerline and Jhàrold breathe behind. The horses shoving their hoof bent their hock from standing, and move their manes side to side through the night breeze. Many stars occur above the dusk firmament, they can trace many twinkling and watch them afar from its pulchritude. 
Kristinov will guard them as well Jhàrold, the brothers will sleep with the survivors but not nigh. Aerline lave the clothes of her friends at mere, seeing her reflection and the lucent luna from above. She hear a rustle behind her but she still proceed with what she was doing. She heard footsteps behind her, she move her eyes to the side but not twirled her head to check the noise behind. She can behold their camp afar, the smoke from the soft blaze and spark beside the tallest murky trees above she can catch sight of the leaves highest not below. The motions as she lave, hitting her skin, and plash of little water strike her. "Hey" she heard Kristinov's voice behind her suddenly. She was shocked by his deep voice, she dropped the clothes frightened and after that, she looked behind with panting within her breathing. "Hey" She replied with a frightened on her smile - she fluttered sans realizing she left the vestures floating above mere.
"You left the vestures" Kristinov said emotionlessly nonetheless having the expression stuck on his visage. Aerline quickly takes the cleaned vestures on the shallow, losing her gaze to his crimson while Kristinov stands behind her. She squeezed the clothe with all of her strength to parch the wet vesture within the grip she clench at the end of the vesture to hold onto to compression. She crouched beside the mere while letting out all the water in the cloth, her fingers were frigid from coldness within the mere and her face was reddening scarcely - she was being stared behind and she does not enjoy that a little. "I am here because-" Kristinov cut it off, not in a complete confesses. "Because," Aerline said, letting him complete his sentence while she is not yet rotating to behold him face to face. 
"You can ask me anything, Lynx, I am free" Kristinov said, pushing his body forth to move closer to her. Airline stands up slowly and turns her head as well as her body behind to see him nigh her slightly. Her face was a little flared with a gleam, seeing him close a little was making herself pressured from thinking what he will say more and perform. "I am good" Aerline whispers with no contact face to face - sight-headed down and shoving her chin down. "I will make things better, pray thee believe me" Kristinov promised her, his view was gazing at her scalp, her eyelashes he can behold, and rosy freckles. Aerline grabbed his warm hand that are bigger than hers, leading him to some where place they can talk but not too far. They stand below the big spruce, vast roots encircled them, moss roots and woods prevail where they stood, and lucent moonlight struck above the tree. The twilight noise makes them stilly on the soil like awkwardness. Kristinov still holds her hand, the breeze attempts to push them closer and Aerline gazes at his hand and back to stare, telling him to let go.
"You can let go now Sir" she whispered with a smile, so kind that Kristinov fell for her smile once again. Fears whispering to her ears, anxiety dragging her down, and questions about why she was with villains of many countries and land - little tears fell above her gleam freckles. What am I doing? What will I say? I cannot do this. The whispers on her mind maintain the awkwardness kept up. She was scared to confess to Kristinov will heed. The moment she tries to shift her brims to speak with aquiver to her pupil but awry time hit their moment. Suddenly they heard Jhàrold's yell beseech them there is something trespassed to their camp. "Folluvane" Kristinov said shoving his body away from her, moving his body side to side quickly with his hand rapidly going up and down and his sights were going around. His expression was ire, his eyes can sense where this creature saunter or roam - Aerline can see through his movements. Kristinov run to the camp, and Aerline followed. "What in the mighty heaven is that?" The mage said while supine his head to the moonlight and pursuing what he heard. "You and I will fight while they defend them" Kristinov immediately commands them, the brothers will defend the survivors and Aerline. Both Knight gets their gauntlets and weapons to prepare for defense. Jhàrold and Kristinov follow the howl, their heavy thump makes the noise fades as they get closer, they gave attention to another howl and outcry of the night creature.
"You on the West while I will go ahead on East" Kristinov said, Jhàrold bounce his head the face of his hammer was beside his complexion. Jhàrold swung and whirled his mickle hammer and lastly hold the holder tight to hold into his grip straight.  Kristinov protect his body onward with his eld darkling shield while his rufescent fervid glaive was beside him to prepare to swing it and impale. Both of them separated to follow the noise, strolling quickly under the twilight and darkness of gloam everywhere so- Jhàrold was struggling to see his path slightly while Kristinov see it clearly like he was above the vast sky. In the lead event, Kristinov stands below the thick azure haze, encircled with many enormous roots the below of a living tree, besides was a boulder and below his sabaton were many crumple tiny plants and stones of nature. A wolf outcry is near, so loud and clarion, nigh is a mephitic breath that mixes to the atmosphere where he stood, and through his feeling he can sense Folluvane - the noise and odor. The growl was now beside him, he turned his head to behold a Folluvane - he is correct all the time. The beast was not alone but three of them, showing their razors and exposing their claws between fingers above its big paw and their eyes were similar to Kristinov.
Folluvane is like a lycanthrope but slightly smaller than a beast, incarnadine and blue iris can see through its terror, wet fluffy fur like the fuliginous above the great hill, razor teeth and claws - one bite and scratch will be a great grave danger because their claws and teeth have malefic poison within.
The wolf jumped high above the air with its claws out to scratch Kristinov while the others shoved their hind foot the dirt to dig out and cleared their claws preparing to attack Kristinov. He swing his glaive to sliver its abdomen and twirled his body to swing his blade to the folluvane behind him to slash its neck. He kicks the head of the folluvane who attack first, trying to get up, and lifted his feet to smash its head to fulminate - gore and blood plash as he shatters its skull to break asunder. The folluvane who got sliced onto the neck's skin attempts to attack Kristinov but he pushes him with its eld shield and then stabs its neck, the blade came out through the back of its neck, and another blood drizzle below the fervid blade. The last folluvane stands and the beast ambush behind, striving to scratch Kristinov's back sans protection but luckily he dodges it while bending his torso and then turned to slay the last beast. As he swivels the blade through the midsection of the folluvane, the glaive has a haze appearing on its verge - meaning he cast a spell once more. The beast has slain, at last, the torso cut into two, separating one another, and the meat of the folluvane in the center of its stomach scatter above the soil and rocks became ichor.
Jhàrold cusses more than twice as he smacks the skull and body of nine fullovane. Ere he slays the nine fullovane by himself, it all started when he tiptoes forth of the howl he did know the noise of the creature. It was unfamiliar to him so he move closer to the outcry of the pack - he feel it is a wolverine or beast but yet he did not know it was many of fullovane preparing to consume him. The beast ambush him with no hesitation, the front fullovane jumped over him and the beast breathe above him. Showing its razor teeth nigh his visage, saliva of the beast dripping above his complexion and his both arms were below its lengthy claws or dreadful paws. He turned his head to behold there is more of them growling beside his pair viewpoint, they jab their claws and teeth to lay their mouth to snap his head and hands at a nigh distance. "Shove your f*cking sh*t off me!" Jhàrold yelled after the fullovane poke to his head by its strive to devour his head with a single attempt to snap its face but he move his head aside as it struck. He pushed and punch the midsection of the fullovane with his knee and then pull his arms to him to punch the fullovane through its jaw.
He quickly move to take the hammer that fell into his grip from not noticing the ambush. The fellovane stepped the hammer's handle to defend it from getting it. Jhàrold smacks his lips with atrabilious above his slightly parched lips and expression. He espy the fellovane behind him so he spins his body, therefore, kick it horizontally and lastly stands up. He shove his body as six beasts showed up. The two fellovane attacked by running forth to bite his skin and gallop over his physique. He move aside, the second fellovane - he punched the cheek and flew hard with his madding fist. It whimpered as his body hits the ground and retreated to shelter himself from the other fellovanes. The first fellovane attack he dodged earlier attempts to strike again, Jhàrold quickly grabbed his mickle hammer fast - the fellovane who guard his weapon jumped to attack him to stave off letting himself take his weapon to slay each of them. Jhàrold move his body to dodge the high jump of the beast and at last, he grabbed his hammer. He smiles, the moment he seizes the holder of his hammer and then clasps them tightly with his strong palm and fingers in a single hand. He swings his hammer as the three fellovane approached him with their claws out. They were parallel up together, he hit them twice to knock them down ere slaying the others.
The other fellovanes still can get up from his strike so he hit them, again and again, to fulminate its flesh out and twirled his body with all his strength to smash the fellovane behind him - to hits its body to the wood hardly, he beholds afar the fellovane died with the tremendous bruise. Four fellovane left, growling, whimpering, and howling to the moon with fury. The two fellovane attacked but saunter like a werewolf-like not before. They did not jump, they use their muzzle with their teeth showing to bite him like an abnormal person who tries to behave like a dog. Jhàrold hits them hard and swings again and hit the other but this time - he uses his two hands to swing the mickle hammer, all of his power to smash, and their head explodes - flesh within their skull went out into the air. He never felt like this ere so he fleer with orgulous. The other two stroll with ire on their growl, the other jump so Jhàrold lifted his hammer to smash its flew and then swing his hammer below the fellovane who jumped to the other fellovan who strike beside - it hits the nose but that fellovane scratch Jhàrold's forth wrist. As the fellovane hits the ground after jumping, he hit the head to grate its skull to asunder as well the one he strikes beside - blood all over his vesture and above where he prevails.
"You guys are alright?" Aerline said as she saw them run to the camp with ichor they carry on their clothing, both Knight sighed to see them are safe. They saw only one fellovane on the ground beside the circle nigh the spruce. The survivors are untouched by the beast, they grasp solace, and Aerline glimpse at Jhàrold wrist. "Heal, you need to be healed" Aerline said with concern in her eyes. "I will be good, lamb" Jhàrold hides his scratch and shove off with a grin as permanently. "You need to be healed" Kristinov said deeply truly bothering upon his gaze passionless. "I am alright" Jhàrold lose his grip within their stare, he rolled his eyes with a mockery smile and shove off.
At last privacy, Aerline grabs Kristinov's hand as Kristinov will go back to protect the camp. She looked down with a gleam above her berry freckles, her fingers were stroking his skin to stay with her and silence attended first ere she will speak in front of him. "C-c-can I a-ask why you c-c-c-chosen me?" She finally asked with all of her best to push the fear away, the perchance she can talk to the man who altered from cruel to good. Her eyes met his eyes, she can behold he was thinking through his gaze passionless still. "Ummm..There is something off when I met you Lynx, you were much better than the others I met, I guess" Kristinov said while stroking his neck behind with no contact but his head faces to her. The moment he spoke to her nicely with shyness with still passionless - Aerline felt a fluttering within her blush and her fear to him deliberately evanescent evolves to the blithe illumination. Aerline tries to let her hands go but his grip seizes her hand after he responded to her curiosity.