‘Where the hell are we now then?!’ shouted Irlin. ‘We are lost. You said to follow the river bed to Acarus city! And I don’t exactly see many cities nearby…’
Wolf Lord Ragnarok walked up behind the dismayed Rune Priest, placing a terminator armoured hand on the old man’s shoulder. ‘Calm down man. If Skadi knows it is this way, it is this way. She is my best tracker, as good as some of our wolf scout brethren.’
The shield maiden looked up at the sound of her name, the breathing filter she wore to compensate for the thinner air on the planet obscuring most of her features.
‘Lord, we are only three miles from the enemy position, which in turn is around six miles from the city. If we keep moving we can be there before the dawn,’ reported Skadi.
‘Thank you Skadi,’ replied Ragnarok. He turned to Irlin. ‘Sometimes, you need to start trusting my judgement a little more.’
Ragnarok turned to the rest of the pack. ‘Get up lads, were on the move again!’
He was received by a bunch of groans from two of the bloodclaws following on, Arez and Forte. Their mentor, a Grey Hunter named Hendrik slapped them both around the head. ‘Get a move on you two. We haven’t even been marching long yet.’
‘We’ve been on the move for two days!’ complained Arez.
‘Like I said,’ replied Hendrik.
The pack stood back up, and fell in behind the leaders as they resumed the march.
Ragnarok placed a hand to his ear as static began to filter through the vox link to the squad. He looked at Irlin as the static began to die down. ‘What was-‘
Suddenly a voice came through the vox, whispering as if trying not to be heard. ‘Lord? Are you reading this?’
‘Go ahead Firenze,’ replied the wolf lord, as they began to pick up the pace, slowly building into a run as they tried to catch up to the scout party.
‘We’ve made contact with the enemy. Two sniffer hounds and a group of cultists guarding the temple. There are also around fifteen traitor marines performing some sort of ritual. We’ll take out as many as we can before you get here. Firenze out.’
Ragnarok turned to his Rune Priest as they sprinted along the rocky hillside.
‘Cook us up some cover, we gotta give them as much time as possible.’
Irlin nodded, and began chanting, his eyes beginning to glow with power. Overhead, the ashen skies turned black as winds began to pick up and a blizzard came to bear on the area. Now they could help their brothers.
Iron Priest Firenze crept back over to the other members of the scout party, being careful not to make any noise.
‘Support is inbound. Our esteemed lord and his gaggle of misfits are skipping their way here,’ joked Firenze to the waiting members of the scout team. The rest of the pack grinned a little at the good natured jest. One, a wolf guard named Decoy spoke up.
‘Maybe they could bring some flowers to throw at the enemy too, Irlin’s aim isn’t exactly what it used to be.’
Firenze rose from his crouch, sniffing the air through his helmet. A scent was getting closer. No. Multiple scents. He signalled to the squad to begin spreading out, splitting into fire-teams of two, covering the area from the shadows. A pair of Grey Hunters, Schertenlieb and Maverik covered the west, Decoy and Firenze to the east. The team’s Long Fang, Warhorse, and remaining Grey Hunter, Mikal, stood firm in the centre of the road way. As the storm begun to blow in, the baying of hounds began to fill the night air. The dogs had their scent trail and had alerted the chaos troops. Heavy armoured footsteps began to charge in the direction of the pack.
The pack fell back in, grouped back to back in a circle as the enemy marines and cultists began to surround them, weapons pointed at the small team.
‘I can safely say we’ve been rumbled,’ remarked Warhorse, as the blizzard began to obscure the view of everyone there.
Maverik smiled. ‘No, now we can charge in any direction.’
First Chapter Up!!!! Hope you like it. Im going to be posting these every 3 weeks or so, leaves a bit of time for discussion