Re: On the run
The "cave" was little more than a low cliff with a slight overhang of just a couple of feet - enough to force assailants to approach only from the front, but not enough to keep the sleet off if there was even a slight breeze.
Leaving the somewhat defensible camp site, Nik moved cautiously, albeit noisily in his heavy armour, into the darkness. The horse, wide eyed in fear, tugged at it's lead, trying half-heartedly (at least for the moment) to free itself and run at each baying of the wolves. Although his eyes are yet to see anything, his ears pick up the steady approach of the wolves as their howls grow ever closer...