As the party creeps forward readying for possible
threats they see a swarm of crows further down the
trail swirling in a great cawing cloud. As the
cloud disperses a human is revealed stumbling but
maintaining his footing. He appears disoriented,
his senses not yet adjusted to the ambient rush of
power and intense sensation of Wildwood. A glowing
spike of force extends from his fist and he swings
it in rapid arcs to ward off the flurry of avian
forms.
As the party takes in this scene, a howl cuts
through the night air. Two large wolf like
creatures with black fur are bearing armed
riders on their backs and pouring on speed as they
come within site of the disoriented human. The
orange skinned humanoids lean forward on their
racing mounts, gobbling something into the ears of
the large wolves. Each is armed with a thin spiked
club.