Both the wolf and the man watching them flinch at the crash of sword on shield. Hal, Falstaff has to admit, looks likely to be overmatched -- which means he had best be looking for the best way to get out of here unnoticed. That thick copse of trees beyond the Harrys looks promising.

Although even he is more than a little concerned for the young prince. Come on, Hal, come on--

Kate snarls, her gaze fixed on the men. Harry scores a hit and the rich scent of hot blood blooms in the air.