[The Ruling Ring]

"Bordarigorn!" Maeralagos cried out, drawing his sword and slicing across the spine, into the wolf that had jumped onto the man's stomach, pinning him to the ground. He hauled the foul carcass off, then extended his hand, pulling the man to his feet.

"Watch out!" Bordarigorn cried, terror lighting in his eyes, and Maeralagos felt a sudden heavy weight slam into his back, launching him forward onto the ground, Bordarigorn again trapped under him. Maeralagos struggled to free himself, as the wolf on his back panted hot breath on his neck, snarling hungrily. His sword arm was pinned beneath him, between himself and Bordarigorn. Much struggling with it would probably result in inadvertantly disemboweling the man. What could he do? He frantically tried to roll off, knocking the wolf off, but the beast seemed riveted to him, snapping and tearing at him, biting into his ear and pricking the side of his neck, with its teeth.

"Help!" Maeralagos cried out, turning his head, looking into the dark fray desperately. "Help!!"