Wiflor didn't wake to footsteps but she would to the scream of the old wizard.  Sitting up she'd rub at her eyes and look around from the surface of the wagon as she realized exactly what was going on.  Familiar scents.  How easily the hearts of men were tainted by the shiny trinkets.  But this wasn't their good fortunes.  Wiflor wanted to lay next to Cyrus this night but refrained from doing so, and so she was already in a foul, foul mood.<br/><br/>Her first task was rather simple as the people revealed themselves, thinking to march on their terrain.  With a gentle step she'd drop from the wagon, and in a blur be off as ever before.  In an instant four men were suddenly spraying blood from open gaps in their throats, Wiflor seeming to be going straight for the kill it seemed.  A fifth would fall soon after but Wiflor would come to be visible at that time, already starting to tire out.  Having skipped her dinner she did not have much choice in what she could do.  She had to end this with haste.<br/><br/>Quickly she'd be on the sixth, no longer a blur but her arms wrestling him down and a swipe of her claws tearing into his throat, and then she'd run to the seventh.  However the man was able to see her on her way and steadied himself.  Wiflor, who could topple dragons, who could practically shove mountains, and who could tear across the fields would in that moment be something most probably wouldn't expect.  She'd be overpowered.  Sadly with relative ease.<br/><br/>As she approached him she'd ready to catch a blow from his fist, her hand opened to stop it.  However she didn't succeed.  The simple swing of the man was enough to push her back and down to her rear only for her to spin about and get to all fours.  Glaring down the man she'd try one more time, however the man would at this point realize weakness and within a second wrestle her to the ground, pinning her.  Wiflor would angrily roar out, kicking and squirming but no matter what fuss she offered she had no power left.  She had no energy from her meals.<br/><br/>In the end she didn't want to eat for a reason.  If she had then Cyrus may be in danger and she knew it to be true.  Keeping some distance and feeling the days near she wanted to be certain.  But she couldn't warn him either and for that she was left feeling this concern on her own.  However it seemed to have been a mistake, and it was a mistake she only just learned as she felt the man pressing down on her head and burying her face into the dirt, his knee pressing hard into her back and her arms held apart.