"Carolina..." a distant look appeared in the elf's eyes, a spell broken by a distant howl. "I would not advise walking this path tonight," she said, walking over to the wolf and pulling her arrow free. "The wolves of this forest don't stop once they have your scent. I cannot make you come with me but I have a camp where you will be far safer than you will on the road." She wiped the arrow on her cloak, the robe moving enough to reveal a bracer on one wrist with an image identical to one found on the sheath of the Dawnhammer blade. "What do you want to do?"