[Garen LiLorian]

Angore frowned. "Certainly a band of Elves, mounted and well armed need not fear a mere hunting pack of forest animals," he said, seeking confirmation in the faces around him. Elladan nodded, but his face was grim. "The tracks are not of 'mere' beasts, Angore. See the width, the depth, the length of claw. Far larger than any wolf yet spawned. No, we have happened across a much worse adventure. These are Wargs, demons in wolf form and servants to Orcs. There are three of them, one older and larger than the other two unless I miss my guess." He returned to his examination of the marks.

Angore drew a deep breath. "Wargs! I have heard of such foul creatures, but have not encountered them, by chance or fate. Can we avoid them? Or, perhaps better, frighten them off? I dislike the thought of spending another night resting and watching with lady Celebrian in the clutches of such hosts. Surely we know where we are, where we are going, and there is at least one among us who knows this area well?" He looked at Torfithien and Vanimoren.