The Long Winter RPG

[Ringwraith Number Two]

Roth, on Ragnarok's command, had gone to trace down the new smell but found herself hungrier than ever as she padded on silently. Suddenly, she decided to disobey Ragnarok as hunger blinded her senses. She would go back to the farm they had passed a short while ago, and then follow the scent. Yes, that seemed a good plan.

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Roth sniffed the night air once more. She smelt smoke, and blood. Licking the own blood off her lips when she had been lucky enough to kill a chicken, panic reared through her. Blood, Warg blood, was present in the air. Panic became replaced by anger as she remembered the scent of the blood which she recognised. It was one of the pups'. As she raced forward, she could see a group of man-like creatures wielding fire. They would pay for spilling Warg blood. Howling loudly, and tore over to group in enraged near-madness. An arrow whistled out of nowhere and grazed her shoulder, stopping her fast attack and causing her to slow down. Snarling, she ran at the source of her pain, at the man-like creature holding the weapon.