Adam watched the four from his perch for several seconds, waiting for them to respond.<br/><br/>A few moments later, and enchanting, mournful howl pierced the air in the direction of where he had sent the beautiful maiden but a moment before.<br/>He was momentarily dazed, but shook away the enchantment quickly....   He just knew he had heard that howl before? But where?<br/>The wizard peered through the foliage, and could make out the form of a gorgeous, horse sized wolf, with stark white fur...<br/>"...surely not."  He murmured to himself, low and under his breath, "...Ylva?"  He whispered...<br/><br/>The four werebeasts below him stopped their slavering, and turned their heads in the direction of the howl.  Their eyes glazed over, and they started to teeter upon their massive paws.<br/>Adam ran through a list of possible things to do...   The fireball? The Lightening?  Those always seemed to be his first two options...<br/><br/>No, he needed information... Wait, Huh?<br/>Adams mind thought, and then he looked back to the white wolf, standing next to the hollow log he had just transported the fleeing woman to.<br/>It was Ylva, it had to be.  These four were trying to hunt her?  But why?<br/><br/>His rage started to boil deep within his chest.  His otherwise impeccable logic gave way to his anger, and the endless scenarios that were ripping through his mind ceased, and were replaced with only one.<br/><b><span style="font-family:Lovers Quarrel"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Kill Them"</span></span></span></span></span></span><br/>
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Adam slammed his hand to his chest, and an array of pre-prepared defensive magics covered his person.  His amulets and rings would have been better, but this would suffice.<br/>
He pointed down to the center area of where the four werewolves stood with slack jawed ignorance, and shouted a word with all of his might at them  <br/>
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"BURST!!!"<br/>
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An invisible wave of sonic energy shot forth from his mouth, and streaked towards the four with alarming speed.  It struck the ground inside of the "Box" that the four trespassers made, and 20 feet in all directions, suddenly exploded with a deafening boom.  Great rents of earth were thrown out and about, and the four Werewolves were thrown a considerable distance.	Two of them slammed into tree trunks, their bodies wrapping around them with sickening, wet crunches emanating from their spines...<br/>
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One was blown upwards almost to Adam's height, and then fell back to the dirt, screaming and whimpering until he hit the ground with tremendous force, also followed by the sounds of bones shattering, followed by a painful cry of agony.<br/>
The Last werewolf was thrown a short distance, and yelped in confusion....  It whimpered, and tore off through the woods with its tail between its legs...<br/>
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The other three were injured, but they wouldn't die.  They would heal their wounds with great speed.  To kill them, he would need something made of silver... Of which he had none.<br/>
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Adam leapt from tree to tree towards where the white wolf was standing.  The closer he drew, the more abused and emaciated she looked...  But it was still Ylva.  He would recognize that white pelt anywhere...<br/>
"Well..."  He said down to her in a concerned voice...  "...This is not exactly how I pictured you coming back to me, but..."  He then grunted as he heard the other werewolves groan, and growl in anger...<br/>
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"There is a spot we can hide..."  He whispered to her "...Follow me"  He then tore off through the woods, leaping from tree to tree, gauging the strength in his legs as an indicator for how much longer his jumping magic would last...<br/>
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Before long, He came to a wide, clear river about fifty feet in diameter.  " Dive beneath the surface!"  he called to Ylva...  "There is a hidden cave down there...   Go!, I am right behind you!"<br/>
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