[Cimmerian]

The tall white haired man looked over his shoulder at the hooded woman. She was one versed in the dark arts of magick, of things Bulvard didn't understand much and feared. He looked away as she gave him a wry smile.

"The warg are moving along the northern rim of the hills, they will be upon Wylin in a day and half. We need to intercept and deter them." His voice low and cold, Bulvard answered Calixto.

Calixto looked grim, he hadn't expected his war party to be tested this early, but no matter, he had faith in this gathering. Warg were mindless killers, easy prey for seasoned warrior the likes of which he had assembled. But Orcs and Uruks would pose a greater challenge.

"We will stop them from advancing any further," said Calixto, " Onward!"

Bulvard patted Arod and let Aronja soar up ahead, he unsheathed his ancient longsword.

The horses reared up and galloped ahead. The hunt was underway.