"Oh shit....shit!" Harry repeated; he was caught between one snarling pack of wolves and another. Red eyes glimmered from between black fur at his back and startling blue shimmered like a morning sky from beneath white bushy eyebrows to his front. "Fuck!...."
"Perhaps cursing is not the best course of action in this matter." Twilight suggested, his eyes switching nervously from one pack to the other. "At least they are only Hunter-scouts."
"As opposed to what?!"
"Warriors; which are three times their size and not half as hesitant to attack." Harry looked anxiously to his either side; Forbidden Forest to his left, sheer wall to his right. He was trapped. Turning Twilight sideways so he had each pack on his either side, he backed the unisus close to the wall. The Forest Wolves advanced slightly, in the stalking manner of a hunter. The Mountain Wolves set up an intimidating growl deep in their throats and Harry sat helplessly on his mount, trying to think of something to do-anything. They couldn't lift off and fly; they didn't have the running room. Cloaking wouldn't help, the Wolves relied more on their sense of smell then on their sense of sight.
"Fawkes, go!" He pushed the bird up and protesting angrily the phoenix found an out cropping rock and settled on it to squawk irately at both Harry and the wolves. In desperation, Harry felt in his bag for anything to maybe at least distract them, meat maybe. But that's not what he found. His hand closed around the hilt of a sword and he carefully pulled it out. All signs of the Basilisk blood that had formally decorated the Gryffindor sword had been polished away. "Don't let them get near your legs or they'll break them..." Harry warned quietly, holding the sword in his lap. In response, Twilight unfurled his wings with a flutter, and lowered his midnight black head to glare at the wolves with ruby eyes. Harry looked at each pack carefully, trying to gauge which one would be less of a menace.
"Can't be worse than fighting a giant snake..." He muttered, holding the reigns a little tighter, his thighs tightening around Twilight's sides. God, he wished Wolves weren't resistant to just about every form of magic! With the depressing thought he tucked his wand into his robes. As if just waiting for him to get ready, the Forest Wolves advanced as one upon the cornered unisus and rider. Taking a deep breath, Harry held the sword tighter and waited for the first to leap. The Mountain Wolves were beginning to prance anxiously, but Harry couldn't wonder at their strange behavior, because the first of the Forest Wolves had left the ground and was intent on his neck. Twilight reared and caught it in midair, landing with the Wolf under his strong hooves, crushing its skull with the force of the impact. Then there was too much motion and Harry couldn't see straight, couldn't tell the difference between the Forest Wolves and Twilight's head, and he was pulled off the unisus' back. He landed on the ground with a jarring 'thud' and there was a sharp set of teeth at his throat. In desperation he brought his arm up and there was a sick, slicing sensation of steel against the soft underbelly of the animal and a warm rush of fresh blood so thick it had turned black, cascaded down his arm. Not having time to be sick, Harry pushed the Wolf off and staggered to his feet only to be pulled down again, too sharp claws digging into his shoulders, and far too sharp teeth tearing at his chest. Stunned he dropped the sword and let the Wolf dig its teeth into him.
So much for saving the world...I barely get off the doorstep...He smiled ironically and the world slowed to a crawl and Harry Potter passed out in the clutches of Hunter-scout Forest Wolf.