Their eyes were ablaze in the darkness.
Not a sound could be heard.
Tahjun and the woman of Rohan were surrounded...eyes in every direction, but their enemy unseen until the howls echoed out as they looked upon their prey.
"Wargs!" he said to her.
His bow had been drawn and an arrow was ready to take flight. The woman of Rohan was a lost warrior that had been separated from her patrol by chance. Tahjun had come across her in her most desperate hour. She was out of food and drink. She was weak, exhausted, and her mind frayed from it all. He had heard her screams and he had rode to her aid. As he approached he saw vast shapes moving...lurking in the darkness. He saw that the hiril was being stalked.
She stood by his side thankful for his presence. However, her arms lacked strength to hold her swords high. Tahjun knew he would be fighting for the both of them.
Their eyes flickered in the midnight shade. Tahjun tried to count their numbers but there were too many. His war steed, Calista was agitated. She to was pacing back and forth behind him...grunting and smashing her front hooves upon the ground to give the wargs her final warning.
All at once they howled as if one and than they came....and for Tahjun...all faded to black...
