Jonah,
You can hear a chanting somewhere off to your left in the fog, which, with your store of knowledge on matters arcane, you recognize as the first syllables of an Expeditious Retreat spell, or at the least the wild-elf, non-University-standard, version thereof.
You are unable to pinpoint exactly where the elf is by hearing, but you can see, just for one moment, a flurry of motion in the dark, mist-shrouded forest, coiciding with the whispered spell.
Behind you, you hear Captain McCrenshaw shout, a wolf growl, then a sickening crunch that sounds like bone snapping. A few drops of liquid spatter against the back of your neck.
(OOC: If you decide to take the shot, the elf with have 3/4 [75%] concealment...I'll roll the miss chance myself.
Also, Antheos will not be returning for another week and a half or so...)