Consequences

As the mist drove Erik to his knees, Dyvia watched in horror as the wolfriders corpse slumped to the ground.
"I'm not too sure we should be here, my baser instincts are telling me we are no longer welcome here."
She had no idea what to do for Erik and the wolf was past the point of backing down. Cursing herself for what she was about to do, she charged at the beast knocking it down with her weight and then caving its head in. Holding back the need to wretch, she looked at the hooded figure.
"We just saved your sorry arse, so we still got a deal or what?"