You make your way through the city gate and into the barren wastes of the Blasted Lands following the Ochre River. You know from your previous treks that if you don't run into trouble or deviate from the direct path to the ruins, you should arrive on the morning of your third day of travel.

Nearing the end of your first day of travel, as the sun begins to get lower in the sky you once again catch sight of a pack of some kind of dog-like animal in the distance, gathered on a low ridge. The last time you saw them they ran off; this time they continue to follow you at a distance and the pack seems larger.

 Fetcher spotted the  pack of wolves, or some  such. He made ready his sling.

During the day's walk, Thea will attempt some small talk with Jax and Regan, trying to get a sense of their temperament and capabilities.

When the animals are spotted, Thea readies herself for potential battle, the mental matrixes necessary for the casting of certain spells at the forefront of her mind, even as she hopes an altercation can be avoided.

“Run off big dogs?” inquires the halfling with a reassuring hand on Saviour’s furry shoulder.

Not a care in the world.

Biror feels nervous and makes sure he can quickly bring out his weapon, should the need arise.

Slattery sighs and prepares his weapons. "Most wolves won't attack any prey that looks like it could fight back too hard, but we're on the road to a wizard's fortress so these might not be normal or sane wolves."