"Come on you big ugly..."<br/><br/>Brand kept low to the landscape now, coming about in a gradual arcing turn.<br/><br/>Suddenly the air in the entire area seemed to turn into fog. A fog that got thicker and thicker every instant. A fog that made the dragon less and less clear. Even as she poured on the speed, the dragon seemed to disapper in front of her.<br/><br/>From Garrick's perspective, the entire lowland seemed to be engulfed in a grey sea of fog. Suddenly the dragon burst from the cloud and surged upward, bleeding off his speed.<br/><br/>Right next to the very cliff he was climbing.<br/><br/>The berserk wolf-girl's wake through the fog was very much visible from his angle. Brand had led her around and infuriated her, led her back around...and straight into the solid stone cliffside.