[Amanaduial the archer]

Nariah gasped in pain as she lay under the wolf for a moment, her entire body aching, her arm pinpointing it. Blood was oozing through her fingers where she was had her hand pressed to the gash along her upper arm, where the wolf had ripped her sleeve as well as deep in her arm.

But only for a moment. Her head felt like oliphaunts were stampeding around in it, her arm was still flaming, but no way was she going to let those wargs and wolves get away. Especially the wargs; she still had that strange feeling there was some kind of control there and she didnt like it...