The Dark Elf scouted up ahead the path. Although they had been forced to back track from their trail, he was not taking chances. He knew they were going to go northwestward before going south once more. It seemed another roundabout route.
He sighed. It would be no good getting annoyed by it all. Two elves, a young maiden and a white wolf pup would have a slim chance against a large band of warg riders and orc patrol.
He noticed that a group of black bats regularly soared the skies as well. This was adding to his suspicion that their presence was being observed, if the enemy already knew their exact whereabout.
He headed back to his companions.
Rûdhchamion found that Anarya had a fire going and was preparing their scant meal. Taralphiel was sitting nearby, absently stroking Khelek, in deep though. The young wolf whined a greeting.
”No, Khelek, it looks like we may have a restful stop this time. The enemy did not follow. But I like not what patrtols the sky at night” the Dark Elf answered the young wolf’s unasked question.
Anarya nodded and handed him a waterskin before she sat next to Taralphiel.
“What troubles you, Taralphiel?” The Dark Elf asked the young maiden quietly.
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