<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00BFBF">The big beast darts throughout in the shadows of the forest after her - but why? Isabelle thinks to herself, <span style="font-style: italic">What does this creature want?</span><br/><br/>	The beast thinks to itself as it charges, <span style="font-style: italic">Another human … but something doesn’t feel right about her. I sense … something strange.</span> It chases her straight on, and soon reveals itself to be a giant gray wolf. Isabelle thinks to herself, <span style="font-style: italic">’But … to kill it, I, I don’t want to!</span> Her facial expression then turns serious, with the touch of sorrow. <span style="font-style: italic">’But it’s only fair that if such a beast strikes, that I am to strike back. Bring it.’</span> She turns the handle of the sword in her hand, making its blade’s sharp edges placed vertically.<br/><br/>	The intelligent wolf opens its maw wide and growls, and feints a leap at the precise moment, making Isabelle lift the sword and charge towards the wolf to make a piercing strike, only to miss as the giant gray wolf simply dodges to the left, and goes after Isabelle’s side. Isabelle was unable to block, and so, the wolf pushed her down, knocking away the mighty sword by doing so.<br/><br/>	It became surprised as it saw such a sword with its strange writings. He was certain that he felt a strange dark power emanating from it. The giant wolf growls in its language, unknown to Isabelle, but clearly a growl of warning: </span><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">’LEAVE, HUMAN! YOU’RE PRESENCE WILL ONLY BRING DISCORD! GRRR ….’</span></span><span style="color: #00BFBF"><br/><br/>	The heavy wolf easily kept her down by pressing one giant forepaw on her chest. Isabelle was having a slight problem breathing from the weight pressed down on her lungs.<br/><br/>	“Get … off me! Heavy beast!” She tries to kick and scratch, but the wolf remains stern, stiff, unmoving, and strong in its position. She can feel her blood pulsing from fear. She clenches her teeth to not say ‘the word’.<br/><br/>	The wolf continues to grow loudly. It was baring its large teeth.<br/><br/>	‘No … I don’t want to get eaten ….’ Thought Isabelle. But it was strange … why isn’t the wolf dealing the death blow?<br/><br/>	“Help!” She softly spoke, she’d yell, but the wolf’s compression on her chest made it hard to breathe.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>	He cutely squeaks, “Squeak!” <span style="font-style: italic">Hey! Don’t ignore me ….’</span> He goes to bite and lightly tugs the shape-shifter’s shirt. As the shape-shifter pets Snow and replies, he let’s go. He wags his furry tail. He reminds himself of the name, <span style="font-style: italic">‘Leanne.’</span> Then, when she asked for his name, he knew that it was hopeless to reply, but does so anyways. “Squeak!” <span style="font-style: italic">Snow.</span> Will he have to show her somehow just so he can get his message across? But it most certainly isn’t winter right now, perhaps by another method if she gets his name wrong. But perhaps he can have Leviath tell Leanne once she returns.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>A tired human was lying her head down, sleeping on top of a map. Other materials of small weaponry, tools, and bags of magic powder lay about. Suddenly, dozens of footsteps sounded outside of the once silent hallway, making Leviath jolt up from  her seat. "Ah ...." <span style="font-style: italic">I fell asleep ....</span> She shivers. <span style="font-style: italic">What a strange dream!</span> She looks at her items, then an idea had struck her. She packs them up, then goes to her bed and back to sleep. <span style="font-style: italic">A bit more rest shouldn't hurt.</span></span></div>