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A huntress, a Huorn and a hound
The creaking of the tree loudens, until it starts to move towards her with increasing pace. The Huorn must have seen one too many of his kind be felled by Orc axes, now taking out its pain on the passing huntress. "I'm not here to harm you, leave me alone!" She cries, as she flees towards the edge of the woods, the creaking and snapping of branches remaining ever close behind her. Then, as her now boiling blood starts to cloud her judgement, she turns around. "Well then, have it your bloody way..." As the hound whimpers and growls, she draws her bow in anticipation.

