Tsurin's spell takes hold and as the werewolf stalks in for the kill on the elf it stops mid-step and emitts a loud yelp. The werewolf looks down and sees a frozen spike protruding from the top of it's foot. Unable to move, the creature immediately crouches down and tries to lift it's foot from the sharp ice. Too late it notices the spear coming in for it's heart. The werewolf stands quick enough to except the spear right in it's chest. With another howl of pain, it grabs ahold of the spear shaft and flings Gerrard across the trail where he hits hard into a maple tree. Now, the werewolf tries desperately to free itself from both spear and ice spike. Again, from loss of blood and pain, it fails to see it's peril in the form of an elven arrow. Aden, with an abundance of time, aimed well and let fire her silver arrow. It's mark was true and the arrow pierces the immobile creature's heart. Blood errupts from the wound as the werewolf howls in agony. Soon the howl fades to a blood filled gurgle as the werewolf crumbles to the trail dead. Gerrard moans weakly on the ground where he hit the maple tree. Blood flows freely from a wound he sustained on his forehead.
(Meanwhile) Bear was able to shoulder the beast off of Tree and now the two warriors faced off against the massive werewolf. It snarled and lunged snapping it's teeth, but never committed to an attack. After seeing it's companion go down it lost it's nerve and fled through the dense forest at the side of the trail. Bear turned quickly and related, "We must move quickly now. We must get to Seraph before they kill him!" As he finishes, Bear takes off following the werewolves tracks. Tree takes off after him with the sled in tow.
(Meanwhile) "Oh, you full attention. Well, that is nice lad. I needn't have your full attention though. I have come to make sure you are ok and make it out of this dreadful camp intact. You travel with an old friend of mine and he needs all the help he can get." The gnomish man stops and squints down at Seraph's pack. Then, regaining himself, continues to speak. "Now that your free, I wish only a couple of things from you Seraph. Yes I know your name....I know every living creatures name. Come to think of it, I know some undead names as well." The old man stops and looks deep in thought. Then, noticing Seraph watching him continues, "Now, where was I....oh yeah, me needs you to deliver a gift to the one named Tsurin." The gnome pulls forth a wooden staff topped with a clear crystal sphere. "It will aid him in the trials to come. Please see to it that he receives this." Now the gnome smiles. "And for your troubles and your trials ahead, I offer you this gift. If will help keep the cold away and "strengthen your resolve, so to speak." The gnomish man hands over both gifts and smiles again. A twig broke behind Seraph's shoulder and after looking to see what was there, Seraph will turn and see the old man and the paralyzed werewolves all gone. From somewhere close he hears the old man speak again, "Trust in the guardian, within him lies the worlds only salvation!" and then the voice is gone. Again, Seraph hears more twigs and branches snapping. He hears, before he sees, Bears hushed whispers as the group begins to spread out around the abandoned werewolf campsite. It begins to dawn on Seraph that the same group he sought to leave because he feared they would acuse him of betrayal, now came to rescue him. And now, he had a staff and a pair of fine leather gloves in his possession. Both given to him by a strange old gnome. A strange old gnome that saved him and destroyed four massive werewolves. Another branch and another twig snapped. To any others these sounds would be hard to pick up as they were only all but silent. But Seraph's fine tuned hearing picked up every footstep as his group closed in on his position.