Stalking Wolves
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In the dead of night under a full moon, one gigantic wolf prowls the howling woods in search of prey. Times have been dire for this wolf, it grows old, but is still strong. It must prove its worth to all those in the pack, otherwise a younger wolf may take its place.
The wolf leans and sniffs the ground, picking up a scent with its strong sense of smell. A million tiny particles all pointing in one direction. Sniff. Sniff. It follows the trail, weaving through trees and shrubs. Jumping over fallen rotten logs. Then it spots something. A pair of deer antlers sticking out of a bush. The wolf narrows its eyes and begins stalking forward toward the bush. It draws ever closer to its prey when suddenly…
A man stands up out of the bush wearing a deer helmet, holding an over sized crossbow! By the gods it's Joe, Joe Smith!
"Ahyuck, you gonna die!" calls out Joe as his crossbow lets out a single crack. All the wolf sees is an instant black after the noise, it drops dead on the ground.
Later, Joe is seen walking through Norwick with a big wolves head under his arm.
"Yeah. I'm perdy much the bestest." says Joe as he drops the wolf head on the ground, and pokes it with a stick. "Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu-ahyuck."
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"Awww."
Joe picks up the head and stuffs it into a sack, then heads north.
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Hess:
A quiet man, clad in dark armor and cloak, watches this hunter closely as he plays with the head of the wolf. His teeth clench as he watches the apparent disrespect…Dwin:
Dwin frowns and shakes his headYou! Pick that thing up and take it on out o' here. Ya best hope that was a real wolf and not one o the tree-hugger's 'emselves ya just claimed --if it were ya won't live to see another sunrise...
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Aranwë's lip curls ever so slightly from where he sits in the shade, as the man pokes the head of the dead wolf…
