Turchiron

                Dinengel ducked aside as the large beast bounded towards him.  He struck the ground hard, and staggered back to his feet only to see the warg turning around for a second attack. The Ranger flourished his knife quickly in the warg’s face, causing the animal to hesitate, but only for a moment. Digging it’s hind legs further into the dirt, the warg pushed off with its pointed claws and teeth extended towards the fatigued man.

Written on pages kept in Tuilin's posession the following note is written:

“Been scouting Sparrow?” The calm question came from amongst the cluster of trees a little downhill. The woman was still very little inclined to speak long, her brief summary being: “So I was, before anyone else wakes. It wouldn’t be safe to tread the continuing path uninformed. I didn’t like how the village has been practically abandoned. ….I am aware of how you have been watching around the camp, we both know there is worse out there than wolves.” Her voice sounded a little like that was a welcome prospect.

"I wake up violently, feeling as the pain strikes my face and my stomach. I scream."

Dúveon passes out in the tent as he is being treated for his wounds.

A Dream, A Nightmare

It would been long before the company would depart towards the north.
We have all spoken about it but we still have allot of planning to do. 
Aside from all that planning there is also a great amount of danger that needs to be taken care of as well.

Upon the stone circle above Bree, Sigfread met up with two of his friends, Dúveon and Turchiron. They spoke for a short while, asking one another how they have been and what the news was from their camps... The usual talk.