"Carolina..." Ariadne said, pausing for a moment. "She would not send you here on Myraz's orders." Suddenly a howl was heard from somewhere in the distance, Ariadne walking over and extracting the arrow from the dead wolf. "We aren't safe here, the rest of his pack will be here soon. You can spend the night in my camp." She grabbed Callista's hand, weaving through the undergrowth until they reached a small clearing, which contained a hammock strung between two trees, a small pool of water and little else. Ariadne hung her bow and quiver from a nearby branch. "Few humans would attempt to cross this forest by day, nevermind night, what was so urgent that Carolina could not wait?"