Night was settling around my camp in the valley south-west of Celondim, but I couldn't sleep. I could hear growls in the night and could see eyes glowing in the dark. Wolves, devious creatures during the nicht. They hunger, goblins are not exactly the most succulent meal. Since the goblins have started to defend themselves, well, let's just say that the wolves haven't had a meal in a long time.
Now they are coming out, to hunt. They must've seen the fire, they knew that they would find pray there. I could here the beasts forming a ring, I could here their careful steps as they approached my camp, slowly, carefully. One paw after another stepped almost without sound, on the ground...almost.
I heard them well, although I had just sat down in my tent, to get some rest. About 6 of them, from the sounds of their growls and gnarling teeth. More of them waited in the darkness, for the alpha wolf was the one who had to take the first bite.
A large shadow strafed along the linen walls of my tent. Following it, two smaller shadows strafed, although they looked fearsome themselves. I thought "It has to be the alpha and his closest brothers."
Quickly, I lunged sideways, grabbed my lute, not my sword, and with all my might, concentrating on the presence of the malevolent creatures I pulled its strings. Sounds of sadness and grief lashed out at the wolves.
My song made their bones to crush their movement to break. They fell on the ground and soon after, their hearts gave in. They howled in grief and terror, then, their hearts stopped.
Silence. Only the sounds of the cracking wood on the fire was to be heard. In the distance, the goblins could be heard screaming around their fires and squeaking, and yelling.
I was too far to be seen by them. I was safe for now.
