Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140111153313

The werewolf sprang at the same time Anwen did. She leapt forward out of range and took to her heels, running as fast as she could. With a roar of rage, the beast sprang after her. She had no hope of outpacing him for long and she knew it. She was loathe to kill him and anger Hircine. She was still of two minds about becoming one, but she was sure she did not wish to become this one's next meal.

The sky had gathered clouds. She was unable to get a bearing on direction and it was too dark to see landmarks--even had she not been too busy running to do so. So she just ran, trying not to hit trees or step into sinkholes. Twice the creature got very close. As she began to tire, the trees began to thin and she knew she was leaving the marshlands.

Finally, the werewolf sprang one last time, swiping at her with a huge clawed hand. He caught her mithril chain shirt in the back with his claws and yanked her back as she screamed. She turned, pulling an axe in desperation. He knocked it from her hand with the other paw/hand and slammed her to the ground.