[dragoneyes]

One of the wargs, seeing her last pup brought down before her eyes, leaped towards Olo, trying to get back at him. Her slavering jaws were open, ready for more meat when she was pushed aside by the full weight of Hal. Landing on her side, she quickly regained herself and lunged at Hal. Her jaws, this time aiming for Hal's neck, instead, met his arm. She clamped down hard, burrying her fangs in his forearm.

Hal yelled as the warg tried to pull him down by his arm, he pulled back hard, knowing that the floor is the last place he would want to be. Blood ran down his arm and dripped from his hand, staining the pure snow, his bitten leg was shaking from the strain. An idea flashed in Hal's mind, the torch, use the torch in your hand! He brought the torch down on the warg's side and held it there. It wasn't long before the smell of burning hair reached his nose. The wargs eye's widened when she too realised what was burning. She let go, Hal lost his balance and fell backwards.

He lay on his back, clutching his arm. A thought hovered in the back of his mind, get up, get up! The wargs will get you! He sat up quickly as he could, sending himself dizzy as the blood rushed out of his head. He looked up expecting to see a warg bounding towards him to finish him off, instead he saw a figure standing over him brandishing it's own flaming torch. Hal's world stopped spinning and he was able to see that the hobbit infront of him was Gaddy, warding off any more wargs intending to take a bite out of his friend.