[VanimaEdhel]

Izrênna looked at the body of Hading, and tried her hardest not to show the terror she felt. She clenched her jaw and tried to steel her will against the events that had just took place. She looked at her bow, and then at the Warg she had killed.

Izrênna took a deep breath and looked around at the firm decided look in the company's eyes. This company was one, and they would all do anything for each other now. Although she may be an outcast due to her diminutive frame, Izrênna could feel that the others were beginning to think of her as part of the fraternity that was forming in this small group. She hoped that the dedication would last them throughout this quest. There would be no fame or glory in this mission, but there was comraderie nonetheless, and it was beginning to show. They may earn themselves more respect than they could have ever imagined, merely by aiding these people find the beasts that the thieves wrongfully took from them.

In her thoughts, she suddenly remembered that one member of the group was still unaccounted for.

"That man!" she exclaimed, "Where is the man?"

She looked at the puzzled looks she was given, and realized that she did not even know this competitor's name.

"The one...the one...that was ahead," was all Izrênna could say to describe Deorlin.

"Deorlin!" said Anglachel, remembering, "He is not here!"

"Where is he?" Izrênna asked, flushed with worry. She had a fleeting thought of confusion for why she should be so worried about so hostile a companion, but then she shook it off. Her personal issues were of no import now. The important thing was to find the valuable member of the company.

"We must look for him!" Izrênna said, immediately beginning to scan the land, trying to see evidence for where he may have went. "Can any of you read tracks?" she asked, "We may be able to tell where he went through the markings he left!"