This choice: Several riders on giant wolves questioning Caine? • Go Back...Chapter #7A Pack of Wolf Riding Raiders by: Theday   Herb and Gour left the mud hut feeling the romantic high and relaxed from the mud baths when the smell of smoke filled their nose. They knew that the smell of smoke from the house shouldn't be that strong being so far from the house. The two looked towards the farm house to see that it was ablaze with fire!\
"Dad!" Herb exclaimed.
"Mr. Caine!" Gour shouted and the two ran down the path towards the farm house.
As they got closer Herb saw that the shadows dancing in front of the fire were of riders. As they got closer Herb saw that those riders were riding giant wolves.
"Gour!" Herb quietly yelled while grabbing the orc's thick forearm.
"What?" Gour asked looking back with concerned eyes.
"Get down," Herb said and dropped to the ground behind a bush.
Gour followed Herb's orders and once on the ground looked at Gour with pleading eyes and said," But Gour smash intruders!"
"I know, I know," Herb said rubbing Gour's thick hands," But if we charge in we're going to be massacred. Those riders have swords and bows, we just got fists."
"And sticks," Gour said.
"No, sticks won't cut it," Herb said and heard his father coughing very wetly," Stay low."
Herb slowly raises his head up to see his father slumped against a stump in front of the farm house that was on fire as what Herb suspected was the leader of the raiding party got off his massive wolf and walked towards Caine.
"So you thought we couldn't find you, Caine," said the gruff voice of the lead raider as he got closer to Caine. Herb saw that his father had something lodged in his abdomen and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was dead," Too bad we missed Rose."
"What do you want, Lichman?" Caine asked seething with rage.
"Just the same thing we've been after for the last 21 years, the map!" Lichman barked at Caine.
"Ha, good luck finding that. Shit was never real to begin with," Caine scoffed. Herb could tell his father was lying.
"We have a good source that told us you and Rose found it after you left our merry troupe," Lichman countered pressing his boot into Caine's leg making him scream in agony.
"F you," Caine said," Yeah we had it. Gave it to my son when he went to the royal academy!"
"Sounds like we're going to have to go pay your son a visit," Lichman said giving Caine another kick," Commander!"
"Yes sir!" said another of the wolf riders getting closer.
"Anything else on the farm?" asked Lichman.
"Just an Orc farm hand, no one else," the commander answered," Has quite the stench to the wolves."
"No shit, orcs smell nasty," grumbled Lichman.
"Why that.." Gour growled but Herb reached down to hold the orc down as best he could.
"Quiet," Herb whispered.
Gour settled back down grumbling something under his breath.
"Should we search the Orc's hut?" the commander asked.
"No, you'll only find crude drawings and torn rags they call clothes," Lichman said," We better head towards the royal academy to find this kid."
"Right," said the commander and whistled making the other riders come closer," We're heading to the imperial city."
The raiders nodded and the all took off down the path towards the road leaving Caine coughing.
"Father," Herb said rushing over to his injured dad.
"Mr. Caine!" Gour said getting off the ground and followed Herb.
"Oh son," Caine said weakened.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here to help you," Herb said feeling his tears well up.
"If you were also here you would have been dead too," Caine said," I know you deserve better and I am sorry for pulling you into this."
"Into what?" Herb asked.
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