[GreatWarg]

Khelek trotted out ahead, leaving barely a mark a Ranger or an Elf could follow. He preferred to sleep after an especially good meal, but running was not unpleasent. They were soon leaving behind the scent of ash and burning wood, which filled the draug's sensitive nose with a wretched smell. But now his mind was clear of the acrid stinging, and the land was alive with the scent of soft grass and blooming flowers. Ears perked at a faint creak and snap of a twig, and the draug stood poised, still and silent, like a statue of memory, or a still drawing. Then he suddenly came back to life, putting on a burst of speed and flitting amidst tall grasses. Stopping once again, and ears perked, he listened to the distant sounds of the company moving. He could hear the faint clop of hoofs against the solid ground, and the scent of Man, horse, Elf, and Dwarf drifting in the warm wind.