Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-19164168-20160810073646

The steed kept galloping hard, desperate to avoid the predators chasing it. The predators had no intention of stopping the chase so far, and they had the tactical advantage of both power and numbers,

"Hang in there!" Aryana exclaimed to her steed as she kept running from the wolves still. Something was odd about those wolves. Their silvery eyes and unusual aggression were the first signs. She managed to take a glimpse when one of them tried to attack her while in her own steed, which she managed to kill by swinging her silver blade hard on it.

The horse was starting to enter a state of panic, but Aryana quickly calmed her with Hahdrim, and proceeding to gallop further.

Eventually, the wolves finally gave up the chase, and stopped pursuing the Witcher and vanished into the wilderness...

"Whew" Aryana sighed as she slowed her horse into a canter. She checked where she was, and saw that she had gone off-course from Cheydinhal, and had taken the route to Bruma instead due to the chase.

"Damnit." She cursed under her breath. Knowing well that her steed was tired, she decided to give it a short break. She went for a safe area with her horse and went to pass the time by meditating...

...After an hour or two, Aryana stopped meditating and got on her horse once more. She decided to head for Bruma, the nearest town, to resupply and give her horse a proper stable to rest on before making the trip to Cheydinhal.