[Rinurion]

A howl peirced the crisp night air. Gurthden scanned around for any signs of immediate danger, his grey eyes peircing though the veil of night as if it were day. He bent down, gently picking up the girl. She was thankfully light – she had obviously not eaten much in a while. Putting her over his sholder, he retrived his sword, and stealthily padded back to camp.

Baranthol was waiting at the edge of the camp. Upon seeing him, Gurthden breathed a sigh of relief. At least someone was paying attention. A questioning look from Baranthol was rewarded with a quick answer.
“She was attacked by a Warg. She managed to defeat it, but she will die if we don’t get her to Elwood soon”
Baranthol raised his eyebrows. “Wargs? Then we have no time. Elwood will be needed in battle”
Gurthden sighed patiently. “The wargs will not attack yet. The fact that they attacked the girl and not us must mean that they were after her, not us”. “But they will be now” he mused grimly. “Yet it will still take a good half hour to coordinate the attack”.
“Then we must get her to Elwood straight away”
“Indeed”

Elwood was already in the cart rummaging for his stuff by the time that they had got to him.
“How did you know…?”
Baranthol left the question hanging. But Elwood seemed not to notice, he had found his pack, and was now inspecting the girl.
“Hmmm. Not good. Not very good at all” Elwood murmured to himself.
“Can you do anything for her?” asked Gurthden in a rising tone of concern.