The smell of death was heavy in the air as Ramield rode north. Tracking the wolf pack wasn’t hard; trails of blood, howls in the night, and the trampled earth all wound their way north. When she had found Ulfban’s horse roaming, abandoned, Ramield was at first at a loss. The insane, enraged, and yet organized wolf pack was a lead, but she couldn’t be sure it was Ulfban. Even if it was not her, it was a problem that needed to be dealt with before it caused serious harm, more harm than Ulfban could do alone, even in her enraged state.
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