The Phandalin Chronicles

Akra listens to the others talk but her eyes are on the wolves. "They might be nice," she whispers. "What if the goblins trapped them here? They called this the ... what was it? Eating cave? What if they're planning to eat them?" she asks, looking at the others.

She turns to Bozzlewick. "You spoke with the horses before. Can you do that now? With the wolves? I can, but it will take me 10 minutes."

"Wolves being nice? I do not know how they behave in your homeland, Princess, but here wolves are hunters that would not hesitate to feed on children if they could sink their fangs into them," Ungrim whispers back. "I would just throw a couple of rations at them, or even better, one of the gobbos we finished off outside, and move on. We are losing precious time," the dwarf adds.

OOC: Ungrim has some rations that we could use to distract the wolves.

"Pretty sure they were referring to a particular part of the cave, and not the whole cavern system that this place is thus far looking to be, scales." Bozlewick whispered back. "But be as may, Ungrim has the right of things. We just don't have the time 'fer shenanigans." The gnome then swiftly turned to the dwarf and adds, "Stick with the rations, 'fore we can't afford to find out if one of'em wolves actually has a good connection to the gobs."