Ravodaar calls out in distress as the wolf appears nearby and bites down hard onto Kraerd. "Everyone circle up! Stay close to me!" With that command he takes several steps back to be adjacent to the goliath barbarian and raises his emblazoned shield high as a sphere spreads 30' in all directions around Ravodaar. The sphere is colored the same hue as the twilight sky with motes of silvery star-like twinkles shine down towards the group and illuminate the area with a dim, twilight-like radiance. He then turns toward Kraerd, displays the strange holy symbol upon his shield. "The goddesses of Light and Dark, keep you safe!" A shimmering field of force surrounds him, flickering between a pale silver and an inky darkness...

Wo3 begins to circle Shariel, approaching from the south. What started as a saunter quickly becomes a stride. The wolf is on top of Shariel in seconds. Lunging at the elf with its mouth. Shariel quickly side steps the wolf and readies herself again.

Wo2 follows suit and snaps at Zeuves. Zeuves tried to stop the wolf with his shield but the jaws clamp down on Zeuves’ upper arm. The sound of teeth scraping on metal bites through the chorus of snarls and barks. 

Wo1 charges at Ravodaar and with its full weight knocks the giant Firbolg prone. The wolf reaches it jaws snapping at the giants neck but Ravodaar is quick enough to push his arm between the maw. The jaw clamps shut around his forearm and a sharp pain shoots up his arm.

Kicking the great wolf a little bit away, Kraerd roars in defiance and cuts down with his greataxe, opening a big gash into the creature's flesh.

"Bet Corp Por!" Marius hisses, forking the sign of the evil eye towards the massive dire wolf. A sizzling blast of eldritch power slams into the creature, and Marius moves closer to Ravodaar, ready to help pull the firbolg back onto his feet.

Wo4 begins to charge at Ravodaar. Marius watches as the wolf stops in its tracks and turns to look behind it into the woods and whimper. Marius sees a dark figure on the edge of the treeline and fog. It seems as if the figure is telling the wolf to stop. The giant wolf turns to Wo4 and barks what could only be a command. Wo4 quickly changes his attention to Marius and tries to bite him, but distracted by the figure and alpha misses his mark.

After barking its command to Wo4, the giant wolf reaches its toothy maw at Kraerd again leaping on top of the Goliath. Kraerd catches the wolf but falls under the weight of the huge beast. The wolf closes its jaws around his arm again, the sharp pain shooting up Kraerds arm.

Shariel flinches at the sound of several wolves to her left. The massive wolf standing over Kraerd seemed to be the pack leader, so taking the fight out of it would probably dissuade the others. Shariel punched the air as her eyes flashed blue, and a wave of force slammer the wolf's flank. It heaved from the goliath and landed a few feet away.

After hearing the command barks Wo5 looks over to the dark figure in the woods, which has vanished at this point. The wolf charges over to Otis and attempts to bite him, but Otis is quick enough to dodge the attack.

Zeuves was late to react when the mist became live with charging wolves, and he cursed his uncalled carelessness for a fraction of a moment. He noticed a dark figure only as a smudge in his peripheral vision, his full attention towards protecting the group. But he was late for that as well, for when he turned to face and warn Kraerd, it made an opening that a massive wolf pounced and collided with him and bit hard against his arm bracer. Only a good stance prevented him from falling over. Others did, and the air charged with the smell of blood. Zeuves pushed against the wolf that attacked him and raised his sword to aim at its follow attack, but he heard a shadow charge by his side and Otis dodged it skillfully but the field was too packed with danger. He instead used the backswing of his strike to turn and strike at the wolf in the haunches, cutting deep gash that sinks to the bone.

    "Haha! Too slow, dogo!" Otis says dancing out of the way of the snapping jaws. He thwacks it on the nose with his rod as it retreats and a firey missile hits the injured creature, finishing off what Zeuves had started. "You fellas need to pick up the pace!"

Ravodaar lumbers to his feet, groaning a bit at the pain from the wicked bite. He faces down the wolf and slashes at it with his longsword, but the nimble creature dodges around the attack. "Is everyone okay?" He calls out over his shoulder, taking a moment to look over his companions.

Wo 3 attempts to bite Shariel, after watching his alpha attacked with some mystical force. Flustered with animalistic rage the wolf misses. The wolf lets out a howl.

Wo2 responds to the howl with a loud bark. It charges towards Shariel, uncaring of Zeuves standing ready to strike. The paladin slams down his sword into the side of the beast. Wolf2 buckles under the weight of the strike but continues onward clamping its jaws on Shariel's legs, trying to bring him to the ground. Shariel is quick to react though and braces for the impact.

Feeling the weight of the wolf above him, Kraerd kick him to push the animal away. He stands, and screaming raises his axe once again, cutting down the dire wolf's neck almost in half. The blood splattering over his torso and face. 

Laughing, he moves towards the nearest standing wolf. 

"Come here wolfy " he says " I am big! I need mor pelts for my new cape!!" 

Wo4 bites down on Marius with great force. Marius bolstered by theTwilight Sanctuary of his friend, takes the hit and continues to move forward like nothing happened.

"Keep the pace, Otis! Help the rest!" Zeuves yells between rapid breathing. His attention split between Ravodaar who was slowly overwhelmed despite Kraerd's efforts guaranteed the wolf would be crushed to pulp soon, and Shariel who was slowly backed by a growling beast. Praying to Helm for protection and strengthening his oath to take any punishment but protect those in peril, his faith solidifies until he can feel the tingling sensation that connects him with a glimmer of light that surrounds Ravodaar. Then Zeuves lunges, running as fast as he possibly can towards the rear of the wolf preparing to launch itself at Shariel. His blade swings in a wide assault at the back of the beast, cutting flesh. "FACE ME YOU FOUL MUTT!", he roars at the beast trying to pry its attention from its current prey. 

As the beasts come to their senses and see defeat before they are all pay with their lives for it, Zeuves wipes the cold sweat off his forehead and scours to see if there was any serious damage done. He bypasses Kraerd, patting his back in a friendly gesture for good job done, then reaches to Ravodaar and offer a hand to help him stand up. If accepted, there would be more than firmness to the grip, but also some warmth that spread across the forearm and numbs the feeling of pain. "Anyone hurt?", he speaks over a shoulder to the rest.

    Otis launches another mote of fire at the wolf in the face of Shariel. The beast immediately falls to the ground as the flames consume it. "Haha! That's two!" He begins toward the trees but as the remaining wolves retreat he dives out of the way to avoid from being trampled. "Git on outta here if'n you know what's good for you!" Getting back to his feet, the gnome dusts himself off. "Not a hair hurt here. Though one came uretty close," he replies the the paladin.

Kraerd tries to cut down one of the fleeing wolves. 

"come here! " he yells " Kraerd is big! Kraerd needs more pelts to cover himself!!" he laughs as the wolves get lost in the fog. He then produces a dagger and heads towards the dire wolf and start skining it. 

"Good pelt" he mumbles to himself as the blood of the creature mixes with his own blood still pouring from the wound the dire wolf inflicted him. But he is ignoring it. 

" You'll see lowlanders " he says to the others while cutting the muscles and tissue that fixes the skin to the body.  " I will prepare a good dinner from the meat of this wolves. You will not believe your mouths!" 

After finishing and extend the pelt he eviscerates the creature to keep only the meat. He then proceeds to start taking out the fangs of the wolf and keep them on his pouch. 

The last of the wolves try to retreat towards the woods. Seeing this opportunity Ravodaar slams his long sword into the beast skewering it. The last surviving wolf limps away from Kraerd after one final blow from the barbarian. 

As the wolf disappears into the forest, you all hear a voice call out from ahead of you on the road, “Now that is certainly no way to treat a fleeing foe... I love it though!” The figure continues to walk closer laughing light heartedly. “The ferocity you all showed was quite enticing. Forgive me, I am the lord of this land, Strahd von Zarovich.” Now standing in full view, you see a tall slender man dressed in very nice aristocratic clothes that seem a little old and outdated. “I wished to simply welcome my new visitors to the land of Barovia!” As he says this he holds his arms wide. 

Shariel turns to the Wolf attacking Otis and whips her hatchets down. They leave her hands and are launched by some eldritch force as her eyes flash a pale blue. One blade lands cleanly in the beast's neck while the other sails high over its back.

Shariel meets the newcomer with an icy glare. Her hands reach to the sides and the thrown axes return as if yanked by some unseen cord. "Those were your dogs?! Give me a good damn reason why I shouldn't just take your bastard head off!" Her hand levels an axe head at Strahd, then releases the handle while the weapon remains suspended. Her freed hand falls upon another hatchet hung from her belt.