Settling down in the alcove, Taralphiel closed her eyes and attempted to sleep.She now knew that whatever heritage her mother indeed had, had given her the ability to sense things in her surroundings above that of the realms of Men. And with that she then reasoned that she must use this to aid in whatever way she could.
She slowly cleared her mind and listened to the steady rustling of the leaves in the wind and the cold of the night on her face. She smiled at the comfort darkness used to give her. But here there was foreboding, and a deep shock ran through her. She shot her eyes skyward, though her mortal eyes saw little.She noticed Rudchamion also observing the night. At that she felt her breathing shallow painfully. She tried to call out that there was danger, but no words came.
A creature, one which she had never before beheld, launched itself at the elf and caught him off guard. Swiping with its razor sharp claws at him, he weaved the blows almost gracefully.
Taralphiel took her daggers and aimed them at the fell beast. They hit their mark, but only seemed to anger it more. He turned from Rudchamion and raced towards herself and Khelek. The wolf pup growled and sprang forward. Taralphiel feared the pup would be no match, but was surprised at his strength and bravery. It was knocked to the floor and wrestled with Kehlek. She watched Anarya take aim to shoot the creature, and Taralphiel feared that the arrow may not be true. She knew little of elven skill. The arrow flew swiftly...
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