Grumbling, Megan built a quick windshield, hoiping to be able to finish cooking her dinner before she went into her tent. In the rising wind, she checks her tent agaon. Making sure the stakes and ropes were well secured and pounred into the ground. The howl of the wolf brought a soft hiss to her lips, and a hunting crossbow out, strung and a bolt nocked. It was smart to be wary...