[GreatWarg]

The draug cocked his ears, poised, listening to the night-speech of plant and stone. The Stars of Elbereth, Heaven's Jewels, were bright in the dark sky. A young, pale moon had reached the pinnacle, and would soon begin its course downwards. A breeze, heavily laden with the scent of night flowers and lush grass, ruffled the leaves of the nearby trees. And where was this journey taking him? A futile attempt to find ones that were missing? He could perhaps find them, for wolves do not tire easily, and only an Elf would be able out distance the Warg. Still, he waited, clear eyes gleaming in the night.