Brytta scanned the ridge which Aldwulf was pointing to. Straining his eyes, he saw for a brief second what appeared to be a flash of movement, but the distance was too great to be sure. "Could be something, Aldwulf, but I doubt it. Maybe it was a wild horse, or a bird." The company continued without further discussion of the matter, but it was clear that Aldwulf was not convinced of the harmlessness of the creature he had spotted.
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After two days of hard riding, the group finally reached the Gap of Rohan. It was a glorious sight; a wide path through the tall peaks of the snow covered mountains, sparkling in the morning sun. It was a symbol to them all; one of freedom, and safety. Brytta felt an overwhealming sense of accomplishment. Heldor would soon be out of Rohan, not burried somewhere deep in the ground with a rope scar around his lifeless neck. They were nearly free, both from the Riders and physical bounderies of Rohan.
But just north of the company, a final trial was approaching. A rougue pack of wargs had left Fangorn and had torn across the West Emmet, slaying horses, livestock, and the occasional child they found playing away from its parents. But now the pack had arrived at the Gap, seeking new prey. And it had found a small group of unwary travellers; a perfect and easy target.
Below the wargs, Brytta and his company began to pass through the Gap, oblivious to the swarm that would soon be unleashed upon them.
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