When Grim turned and returned to Klethi's side, more Warg Riders burst out of the Dark Forest with howl after howl, charging toward the two of them.
With Grim guarding her, Klethi quickly glanced back, then climbed onto the giant bear's neck. She patted his head with her right hand and shouted, "Grim, we can't win this fight! Hurry, we have to get this news back to the boss!"
Grim looked back at the growing ranks of enemies with his crimson eyes. He did not want to leave, but under Klethi's urging, he reluctantly suppressed his anger and charged toward the Camp on his thick, powerful legs.
But with so many enemies already on their heels, how could they possibly be allowed to leave just like that?
Before long, dozens of wargs that had abandoned their riders caught up like the wind on their nimble legs, constantly lunging at Grim's massive body as he ran.
On Grim's back, Klethi did her best to keep the wargs from clinging to him with her scimitar. Every flash of her blade sent a leaping warg tumbling onto the Wilderness, where it died with a whimper.
But there were simply too many enemies, as though their numbers were inexhaustible. No sooner had they dealt with one wave than another caught up.
After all, Grim was a Skin-changer who had only recently reached adulthood. Although his giant bear form was nearly as large as his father Beorn's, with comparable strength and explosive power, he still fell short of his father in patience and the toughness of his hide.
Under the wargs' relentless harassment, the wounded, bleeding Grim was filled with irritation and fury. Before long, driven by pain, the young Skin-changer could no longer suppress the wildness of his bear form.
He stopped running west