The figure was watching her, a green fletched arrow knocked to its bow. But she wasn't the target, instead the figure was watching a shadowy wolf prowling towards her through the undergrowth. The wolf jumped into the air, but never reached Cefrey, its body hitting the path with the arrow through its neck.<br/><br/>"Who dares trespass on the sacred forest of Kaer'theon?" the figure asked, a second arrow on the bowstring, this time pointed at Cefrey. "And no tricks, your magic won't protect you from me."