Kain responds to the call to regroup at once, automatic fighting instincts taking over. They've still got problems on hand... several snarling, growling problems. The eerie glint in their eyes is a look that Kain is all too familiar with... one that he's been trained to destroy. Blighted enemies are just terrible overall, really.

"Right!" At Anders' shout, Kain starts moving position, putting himself between the non-Wardens and the incoming wolves, already lunging with his sword to keep those wolves away from their frozen comrades. It's not the first time he's seen someone freeze up in the midst of battle... and like any of those other times, he's ready to defend them with everything he has, until they're able to regain their senses. Or they get rid of all the wolves. Whichever comes first.

He whirls about, his sword arcing through the air. The battle itself is already fueling him... the more wounded the wolves, the more they fall... the stronger he is. It's the reaver way. He activates his Dragon-Rage technique next, putting that to use to start really doing some more serious damage with each strike of his sword. He cries out triumphantly as he makes a heavy, killing blow on one of the creatures, smashing his sword right down upon its head.