2nd Story
An arrow out of no where takes another of the sentrys down... Jac looks back over his sholder from his pearch high in a tree to count the arrows let in his quiver. 12, all perfectly crafted by his mate, Jil, and poisoned to kill how ever they wound. He pulls one of them out and nocks it carefuly pulling the fletching to his cheak and releasing as another sentry walks into view. It takes him direstly in the neck and he drops silently dead instantly. He nocks another and waits of the next sentry to pass. There is a russle in the brush below him and the sent of dogs. They where after him. He quickly jumps over to the near by tree and then to the ground sprinting threw the woods towards camp. He run the hounds baying at his heals. He stops for a moment and nocks his warning arrow and shoots it high in the air towards camp it wistleing as it drops down towards the camp. As soon as the arrow was loose he quickly took off running again his cloak streaming out behind him. As he neared the camp he saw a lone archer standing along the border with a dozzen or so more standing behind her. It was his mate, and she had an Arrow pointed strait at his head. "Down!" She screamed as she let the arrow loose from her long bow. Jac hit the ground quick and rolled forward coming back up to his feat as the arrow wised by his head taking the man behind him in the neck droping him in his tracks. Another screamed as he made it to his mate drawing his sword and turing ready to protect her from anything. She loosed another arrow in to the incoming troops falling another, then another. They where droping quickly to her, and the
other archers, arrows but they where geting to close they would not be able to use there bows soon. He saw a man rush forward from the line and ran to meet him slashing across his cheast watching him fall before spining around to meet another. There was a sharp pain in his arm as as his enamys blade persed his sholder. He growls deeply in his throught as he slashes up acorss the mans chest killing him instantly. He then turned to the next man killing his quickly as the wolf in him took over his body. His blade flashed like quicksilver slashing hamstrings and cuting throughts as he spun dangerusly threw the troops coming towards him...and his mate. There was a flash of an arrow over his sholder taking a man in the neck, He knew the work, Jils. He turned and looked seeing for the first time the men fleeing the field. The archers where picking off the sragalers and any who where still foolish enugh to come close died at the hand of the Wolverines. He droped to his knees fealing for the first time the cuts the coverd his body, None of them bad, but all bleeding. Suddely as if out of nowhere there was Jil tearing off strips of her cloak and quickly Bandageing the worst of the wounds until one of the Deer can get to him. He leaned aginst her as she helped him back into the camp. He stoped her and took her hand in his and said in a hushed voice ment for her ears only "Thank you my sweet Jil, You saved my life once again" She smiled to him and kissed his cheak lightly as she lead him back in the camp....