Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230034500

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Makoru waited until the first two atrocities crept from the shadows. Two collosal wargs, one brown like fertile soil, one the color of timber, stepped into the clearing. They snarled and encircled the group, looking for an opening. Makoru did not fear them, but Jack was tempted to run. These monsters were huge, and he wasn't sure blades and arrows would do much to the werewolves. Just as the werewolves looked like they might attack, a voice rang through the clearing.

"Hounds of Hircine, I command you to halt! Down, Remus. Stop, Bjerlmir," the voice commanded. A witch cloaked in furs and hides stared down at the group from on top of the overhang, eyes bright with amusement. "Ah. The lost sheep returns," she chuckled. "If you'll excuse the analogy, Child of the Hunt," she apologized to Makoru, looking over the group. "You there. Explain your buisiness here, or the hounds will kill you where you stand," she commanded, eyes locked on Raven while she waited for an explanation.