As shadowfang got to a hill top, he looked down and saw the thief gazing at something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Shadowfang followed the mans eyes towards the horizon and there is where he saw what looked like a serpent made of fire. This was no magicial monster, but a army of stormcloak soldiers carrying torches. He knew the High king wasnt waiting any longer for the reach.<br/><br/>Shadowfang then turned his attention back towards the thief and jumped down. He ran on two feet towards the thief that was flabbergasted by the army of man and pulled a sword out in his left hand. With a flash, the thiefs head hit the ground and shadowfang came to a stop on the other side of him. Shadowfang now had doubts he could return to his home past the army, so he sheathed his sword, grabbed the pickaxe of the thief and began his journey towards the hills near Markarth.<br/>