The blood dripped from the still body of the thing that had attacked them. Taralphiel slowly edged towards it and stared. It was a wolf of a sort, with massive claws and menacing eyes that now stared away into the sky.
Rudchamion stepped beside her and noticed her shaking 'It is a warewolf, as far as i can tell. Though such creatures i have seldom beheld'
Taralphiel turned her gaze towards the place in which they were headed. She felt pain, and suffering, so much that it almost overwhealmed her. She then saw an image, clear as day, in her mind. He was there, chained, in the dark, his hair covering his eyes but a look of pain spread across his lips.
She dropped to her knees, and Anarya ran to her. Lifting herslef up, she said 'We must make haste, there is evil there, and i must save him from it, and destroy it'
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