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As the group heads up the mountain in the direction of the ruins the pleasant sunshine is cut by the cold mountain winds. The ears of Micael's horse flicks it's ears and stamps it's feet as a howl cuts through the wind and a pack of wolves emerges from the woodline with fangs bared. Micael reigns his horse in and keeps it from panicking as he discounts and pulls up his shield. "Hulgar, Eileen, I could use some help." As he finishes speaking flames ignite in the palm of his right hand as he fans flames in front of him towards the approaching wolves.