-Swish! Swish! Swish!
-Booooooooooom...!
-Oooooooooooong!
When the last of the wolves fell to one of Kaela's arrows, the cavern fell silent once more, the air thick with the coppery smell of blood, the acrid tang of burnt Mana, and the scent of spent magic.
"Haaaa..."
Borin turned to face his party, his heavy, measured breathing the only sign of exertion.
He looked over the field of carnage, then his gaze, heavy but considering, landed squarely on Aria.
"Good... haaa... work."
He simply grunted, a sound that in its economy conveyed more approval and acceptance than a flowery speech ever could.
"Haaaa..."
"Finally it's over..."
"Huuuuuu."
As the others took a moment to catch their breath and Finn began checking his remaining gear, Aria walked over to the two wolves she had killed with her first trap.
Without saying anything, she placed a hand on the cool, textured body of the wooden spike.
