The six remaining humans, seeing the wolves come out of the woods and their own hounds all dead, broke. Half of them bolted back the way they had come, the wolves had been called following them in earnest. Meanwhile, the three humans that had not bolted rushed the two elves and her friendly wolf. Before they made it half way, Ry'kanos was suddenly among them, his spear catching one in the belly and lifting him bodily in to the air where he collided with another, sending him to tumble to the rough ground. The other had turned raising his axe and swinging it at Ry'kanos. Ry'kanos, with years of experience in combat and the arena, easily dodged the blow and lashed out with fist, connecting with the human's axe-wielding elbow and snapping it clean. The human howled but his anguish was cut short as Ry'kanos' dagger took him in the throat. Gurgling out blood and falling to his knees, the other human was just rising to his feet when Ry'kanos' dagger buried itself to the hilt in his eye.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the small clearing was quieter, growing silent as the human with the cut throat died at last. The only sounds in the distance were the screams of the humans as they were caught by the wolves. With the silence beginning to return, Ry'kanos noticed the sound of the forest around them. The softly swaying trees in the wind, giving whispers to the Great Goddess. The sound of wildlife, the birds singing in the soft morning air. Breathing deep of his freedom, Ry'kanos walked over to the twitching corpses that contained his weapons and removed them, cleaning the blades of filth before sheathing his dagger and gripping his spear loosely. He was tall for an elf, white blonde hair falling past his shoulders. The most remarkable feature were the light blue tattoos covering his face and crawling down his neck to disappear beneath his breast plate. They covered his body, marking him as a blooded warrior of the Clans of Is'alha, however his were much more extensive due to his years of experience in combat. His hair served to cover the scars where his ears were once pointed, the first humiliation he had endured at the hands of the humans.<br/><br/>Turning to the elf, he stabbed his spear in to the dirt and held his arms out. Crossing them in front of him he bowed deeply to the female elf, his dark green eyes downcast as he thanked her."I give you the gift of my name, Ry'kanos Au'valo of Is'alha." He said in halting Elvish Common. It had been years since he had had occasion to speak his native tongue. Rising to his full height, he was nearly a foot and a half taller than the female elf and his eyes were inscrutable."For saving my life, I pledge my life and my bond to serve you until the debt is paid." Taking his dagger, he sliced it across his palm and squeezed his fist, allowing the blood to drip freely upon the ground where the great Mother Goddess would drink deep of his essence and hear his oath. Opening his palm, he deftly wrapped the cut with cloth taken from one of the slain humans. With that minor task completely, he eyed the female speculatively."May I be graced to know the name of my savior?"