[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor mounted her horse with the others. They had decided to go ahead with the quest, as Bulvard was recovered. To Elanors relief, Culloth was no longer openly hostile, but she had not seen Harolas yet, for he had gone to scout ahead about an hour ago. Still, she couldnt shake off the memory of the archer in the woods, or the creature masquerading as Fiona, or the feeling that the two were somehow related. Under her breath she murmered a small protection spell, but with the sinking feeling it wouldnt do much about what they were up against...
As they rode through the trees the dappled sunlight played softly over them, relaxing them. The companions fell into amiable murmering conversation as they rode, even laughing as they talked. Then one laugh rang over the others, a long hard laugh with no mirth in it. Bulvard stopped the group, motioning his fingers to his lips. Once again the laugh rang out, followed by a howl.
Then another.
Then another and another...
The eerie howls rang around the forest, surrounding the group.
"Wargs? Or something worse..." She heard Elwyn mutter as she drew her weapons. Elanor loosened the straps on the sais in her sleeves as the gleaming eyes appeared around them...

OCC: sorry all, but i thought things should move on a bit, seeing as its really slowed down again