Donald screamed her name, to no avail.  There was nothing for it but to plunge into battle after her.  He brandished his sword, as he ran forward, quickly catching up with the headstrong fool of a girl.  He slashed right and left, desperately trying to slay all the beasts at once, though they backed away from him, only to snap at his heels as they circled.  Soon he, the woman and the horse were surrounded by a circling mass of wolves, hell bent upon revenge.  These were the sort of wolves which could bring down a bear, he though mournfully.<br/><br/>Off in the distance he could hear a distant horn sound, though he did not know who or what had sounded it.  He stood back to back with the woman, hoping against hope that they would survive this encounter.  Already his shirt was torn and he was bleeding from the wounds inflicted by wolven claws.