The direwolves prowled around us, their massive forms casting long shadows in the flickering light of my floating torch.
These bad boys were huge. They towered over us with hackles raised, their red eyes gleaming hungrily.
I took a step back and turned to Raven. "Raven, get behind me."
Surprisingly, Raven wasn't scared.
She looked rather calm and confident. I noticed her staff was trembling slightly with magical energy, which was strange considering Raven literally has no magic.
There was something about that staff that ticked me off. I don't know what it was but I hoped to find out.
"Raven, we might have a serious problem," I said, raising my voice.
Raven turned to me. "What is it?"
I placed both hands on my head. "I don't have enough mana left to cast an attack spell."
Raven stiffened. "What? Hold on, what do you mean you don't have enough mana?"
