"It might know the mountain better. And I wouldn't mind a fight, anyways."

"Right." El finishes the last of the rabbit, then pulls the glove off her metal hand. With a bit of quick alchemy, she turns the fingers into blades.

Bellona makes knives out of her leg, holding them casually and stepping back the way they came a bit, scanning the area around them.

Ellie also stands to look around, finger-knives clicking.

And dark shapes - like a wolf, but larger, thinner, thin light glinting off of gold eyes and white teeth - start to emerge from the mist, surrounding them, snarling.

El lunges at the nearest and slashes.

The wolf fighting El jumps to the side, and its thick hide doesn't seem very bothered by the glancing blow from her claws.

Bellona's dagger flicks across the face of one that lunges at her - giving her enough of a distraction to throw it into a third -

El claps her hands together then touches the ground to drop her wolf into a pit-

Three more lunge out of the mists; Bellona makes spikes out of the ground, injuring some, delaying others - the two Bellona disabled at getting back up, and El's isn't going down easily -

She gets her disintegration array in mind, uses her metal hand to target it.

She gets the wolf currently leaping out of the pit, but there's another lunging for her back - a third circling around her -

Bellona drives a spike through one's neck, into the ribcage - another grabs her arm, while the last hangs back.

El ducks and kicks backward, hitting a spike to delay the other one while she brings another disintegration to bear.

Another two, out of the mists at her back - Bellona's fighting several, not getting injured, but definitely having trouble keeping them off El -

And one of the wolves running for Ellie collapses, a knife in its neck, and a humanoid figure, moving quickly, lands on a larger one's back, driving a sword into its spine - another dagger takes down one of the injured wolves - 

Which are distracted by the newcomer's arrival, allowing the girls to turn the tide of the battle.

With pleasure.

Quickly enough, they have all eight wolves dead - and a few more, who'd tried to flee.

The woman who'd helped them stops for a few deep breaths and then wiping her sword clean of blood and fur.

She's dressed a bit oddly - in tough leather armor over quilted cloth, chain over a few joints. Odder still is her skin - tough, mottled dark and light, drawing attention to her large, dark eyes, and two prominent tusk-like teeth jutting out of her mouth. She glances over at El and Bellona, evaluating them, before sliding her sword back into its sheath.

Not human. Chalk one up for the different world theory.

"Thanks for the help. Who are you?"

She sets about retrieving and cleaning her thrown daggers while she talks. "Name's Agon. What about you two?"

"I'm El. This is Bellona. Are you from around here?"

"Only somewhat - I travel, pretty widely. Lately I'd been following that pack." She nudges one dead wolf with a toe.

"To kill them, I assume."

"I'd have to be very incompetent if I was trying to befriend them."

"You don't seem incompetent."

"I wouldn't say I am, no."

"Why were you after them?"