The scene is set. It is late afternoon and a pale sun starts to slowly sink over the wooded landscape. An ancient trackway winds its weary way to the ruined city of Frostgrave. Somewhere along the road a column of smoke rises from amongst the trees.
The smoke carries with it the foul stench of death.
The merchant caravan lay in ruins. It's axle broken, oxen vanished and load spilt. Amongst the background hum of birdsong and creaking boughs, snarls and the sound of frenzied feeding can be heard.
An old woman staggers backwards. In front of her a wolf advances, its teeth bared. The wolf prepares to pounce...
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