The wolf came down toward Donald's face, claws outstretched.  Donald thrust upward with his sword, impaling the wolf through it's skull, before flinging it to the side.  The wolves weren't running of yet, but they were now showing a healthy fear.  Between his sword, and Branwenn's sling, there were now two wolves out of commission.<br/><br/>There were still six wolves circling them and her horse.  The one she had hit with the stone had slunk off into the woods, probably in great pain.  Donald resisted the urge to charge into their midst, knowing that if all of them attack at once, they would be sure to win.  Instead he shouted out, challenging the wolves to send another over.<br/><br/>"Come on you mangy curs!  Show us what your made of!"