[Esgallhugwen]

A large black shadow trotted cautiously up to the tree by the Inn, refusing to follow the dirt road that lay in front of him. His massive powerful legs ended with thick jet black claws, as sharp as daggers.

Although if you looked closely, he was no harm to anyone except field mice and other such creatures, hunting farm animals was far to risky for his count, you see that's how he lost half of his left ear. And going to close to orcs, trying to pick off the tiny ones wasn't to bright either (there was always a bigger one around), so now he has a bit of a limp.

Draug, the wolf, was not accustomed to being in populated areas; but he had heard of Hobbits and Elves up in the North by over- hearing the foul talk of the orcs. And curious to find things out for himself, he has grown prone to wondering about.

Draug sat on his haunches, picking up all the various scents from inside the Inn, and the horses, he loves to watch horses, there're not usually chased with pitch forks by angry farmers and they seem so graceful, he had been graceful once before the big orc broke his leg.

But that was over now, and after a long journey, he curled about the tree and decided to have a nap.