Come with me if you want to live

Rising out of the fog loomed the shape of a behemoth. The creature was massive and shrouded in mist, rising well over her and dwarfing her small frame. Nonetheless his shape was immediately recognized as wolfen. Her eyes wide and her voice a whisper, she addressed him with a single frightened word, "Run!" With that single command given, Warja flew passed him, racing on as if her life depended on it.

She didn't stop to make sure he'd follow, didn't even look over her shoulder, instead the young medic continued running on. His life was in his paws; he could do with it what he wanted.



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