This battle, like any other, moved too quickly for Kiernan to thank the young scholar for the Cure, and fortunately the Sister had diverted the wolves' attention enough for him to regain his composure and reenter the fray. Though the Cure had been effective, his hand was still tender and the pain lingered, but Kiernan had had worse. He gripped his staff to assist the Sister, but as he did so, he felt the cold shudder and sting of a Blizzard spell against his side.
At first, he was confused; wolves didn't cast Blizzard. Then he remembered where he was and who he was with, and considering the scholar was still learning, he couldn't quite blame her. Besides, the spell wasn't as bad as Kiernan had experienced before, which meant that the aim had been off, and over the din of the wolves growling and barking he barely heard her apology. With a few more spells, the wolf was struck down, leaving only the one.
Two well-experienced fighters against one wolf was overkill, and the Sister was more than capable of handling herself. Still, it would be unchivalrous to let her continue on her own, so he whistled and shouted and whacked his spear on top of the wolf's head to get its attention.
"Come at me and give the nice lady a break," he said, ready this time to fend it off for as long as necessary to let the scholar take it out. This outing was for the mages to learn how to handle battle, after all.