Bits of burning ash flew into the sky from the small fire which Domedrudis huddled closer to. It had been days, and the wolves were still following them. He had figured at least killing one of them would have turned them away, but instead they only fought harder. Urses, laid huddled up and shivered every few moments, his body still the palish blue color from earlier.
"You know, for all this trouble Yilgtig better be paying me a hefty price for your head. I expect no less than double, no... Triple my normal rate for you." He laughed and poked at the fire with a dagger before tearing off another hunk of dried Aurochs meat.
Domedrudis turned quickly, holding the dagger at the ready as a soft crunch was heard. It sounded almost like some one had taken a step on the fresh snow, yet he saw nothing. The bounty hunter turned only to find the gray haired warrior furiously charging at him, picking him up and slamming him to the cold, hard ground.
Urses loosed a feral snarl as he furiously beat Domedrudis face with his fists, roaring as he did. The man could do nothing but take the hits, each one knocking his head back into the snow. The blade flashed, and tried to find its bite right into Urses' chest, but instead found Domedrudis' heart as the gray haired warrior grabbed his hand and plunged it deep within his chest. Blood started to stain the white snow, the two continued to wrestle as the bounty hunter continued to cough and sputter, trying to fight the savage. "Don't fight it! Don't fight it! Look me in the eyes little man, for I am Urses! Son of Bulivye, heir to the throne of Hafsloekr!" He yelled loudly, watching as Domedrudis finally gave up the fight, staring back to him with dead eyes. Urses stopped, looking to the man who stood before him, covered from head to toe with a bow readied and an arrow notched and aimed.
"Urses, son of Bulivye. I am here to escort you to the village, I am called Tothranir. You look much of your father."
