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GreatWarg · 06-20-2002, 09:51 AM

A shadow, Khelek answered grimly, ears held back firmly to his head and his usually noble tail drooping. But I don't know their purpose - if they are searching for us, the Men, or something else. But it is apparent that they will hinder us on our journey. Anarya shivered in the weak sunlight that barely surpassed the thick fog. Rûdhchamion felt his immediate dread decrease, but the watchfulness of the woods told him that there were countless other perils would try them company.

You have a good sense Khelek, Rûdhchamion told the wolf pup. Do you sense any danger lurking near?

Khelek sniffed the wind, eyes peering into the darkness like no Elf could. The shadows are still nearby, but are swfitly dwindling into the north. But for miles around, the wood is quiet... too quiet and watchful. Rûdhchamion hesitated. Anarya eyed them both, or at least their dim figures in the fog. She could make out two pinpricks of lights, which were the pup's eyes, but nothing else.

"Where do we go now?" Anarya inquired, running a hand down the shaft of an arrow, gaining courage from the smooth wood and finely carved point.

06-20-2002, 09:51 AM	#11
GreatWarg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: East of the Misty Mountains Posts: 339	A shadow, Khelek answered grimly, ears held back firmly to his head and his usually noble tail drooping. But I don't know their purpose - if they are searching for us, the Men, or something else. But it is apparent that they will hinder us on our journey. Anarya shivered in the weak sunlight that barely surpassed the thick fog. Rûdhchamion felt his immediate dread decrease, but the watchfulness of the woods told him that there were countless other perils would try them company. You have a good sense Khelek, Rûdhchamion told the wolf pup. Do you sense any danger lurking near? Khelek sniffed the wind, eyes peering into the darkness like no Elf could. The shadows are still nearby, but are swfitly dwindling into the north. But for miles around, the wood is quiet... too quiet and watchful. Rûdhchamion hesitated. Anarya eyed them both, or at least their dim figures in the fog. She could make out two pinpricks of lights, which were the pup's eyes, but nothing else. "Where do we go now?" Anarya inquired, running a hand down the shaft of an arrow, gaining courage from the smooth wood and finely carved point. __________________ "What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"