White Fox sat on a tree branch, eyes closed listening. He was waiting, waiting for the one he hunted to make a move. He knew the man was hiding at the moment, taking a much needed break from the chase. This had been going on what? three days now. Fox knew he was within a few hundred feet, smart enough to keep his breathing shallow so it wouldn't be heard. But this was growing tiresome. Fox stood to his feet, still on the branch, and opened his eyes. He held his right palm up in front of him and spoke the words "Ek kalla fimm fiskr, brjóta ljúga galdr" As he said the words, yellow words of power circled around him as he formed the spell. Once completed, five little fox's were dancing around in his hand. "Find him" with that, the fox's scattered in all directions. Sure enough, within a minute, one fox was circling in the air in triumph.<br/><br/>Immediately Fox jumped off the branch and dashed towards the hiding prey. Of course the man knew he was found and had already started running again. Now Fox could hear the mans armor clanking as he closed in. The man rushed into a clearing ahead and Fox decided to conceal his form. Once again, he raised his right hand in front of himself and the words formed around him. " Þeír hræða nótt dýpt, renn helvegr." Fox's body then took on the form of a massive wolf. As the man ran, he tripped over a pile of what looked like dead goblins. That was all it took, within seconds Fox was on him and had bitten into him until he vanished from view, being sent to the farming level. Fox then let the spell go, returning to human form. He did not even notice the other man with the scythe standing in the clearing. He cracked some joints and stretched as he finally noticed the other man. He turned to face the new player, ready for anything.