*Lyra*
Pain radiates up my left side from a fierce collision, and my right side slams into the ground. I slide into a bush, prickles stabbing my back. Dazed, I leap to my feet, and get into a defensive position just as two scrawny gray wolves with tufts of fur lunge at me.
Fucking rogues! I glance over my shoulder and see Jorin is engaged with two more. We can both handle two attackers at once, maybe more, so I’m not afraid.
But I am pissed. My shoulder hurts from being slammed into at full speed and knocked to the ground.
They don’t take turns coming at me. Instead, one launches at my head, the other at my side. I duck and try to take out the first wolf’s legs and manage to sweep them out from under him, and he slams into his buddy hard enough to send them both toppling into one anoth
