Elwood sighed softly to himself and quelled the sharp feeling of loss. He longed for the woods of his homeland, not this oppressive and forbidding gloom. The smell of smoke lingered still, even here leagues from the travesty that had separated them all.
He sensed the Warg waiting patiently some distance off. In all of his years he had not come across a creature so strange, so naive yet so terrible. He rose and moved towards where the hulking black shape lurked.
My friend we...I... have need of your eyes and ears tonight...
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