As the group pressed deeper into the woods, each member seemed to be lost in their own thoughts and moved more out of a simple desire to place one foot in front of the other than with any plan on how to search for the animals they had been hired to hunt. The sun continued its slow journey towards the west when each one seemed to notice that the woods around them had grown quiet, almost too quiet as the bards would say.
Glancing to the side of the river, they could see that a giant oak had fallen across the slightly raised banks of the riverbed creating a natural bridge, or perhaps in this case a boundry of some kind.
No matter what the tree might mean, one thing does quickly become clear, the small group is no longer alone, as once more a long howl fills the woods and the largest wolf any of them has ever seen before emerges from the shadows at the base of the tree and charges towards them.
