[GreatWarg]

*****Rhûn Nation*****

Ulwyte carefully tied his horse to a stake. It was shaking at the howling voices around. It wouldn't even attempt to drag the stake like this. Others were doing likewise, then tramping off to gather wood. The inhabitants of the area had either fled or were killed. A dreary end to a day, Ulwyte mused. No wonder the were-bears had left them when easier prey was running afoot.

'Pah! No wonder no one dares come around here, if half those dreaded tales of cursed beasts are true,' was the general mumblings of guards that passed back and forth dispiritedly heaving wood.

As the howls seemed to draw closer, and unfriendly eyes glared out of the darkness, the great fire lit up. The dancing flames sputtered and hissed, and the shadows drew back. Immediately, all the eyes lit out and the howls stopped.