Angrim moved ahead of the group, seperate from Nialda. He waded through a whole lot of thick brush and dense forest in the way, but was eventually fortunate enough to rediscover the stone path that had been weathered away by the ages. It had already been a few hours and the halfling was far ahead of the group, but this discover would put them back on a hard surface and might even shorten the journey.<br/><br/>Good game was not very forthcoming, however... Only after he had decided to head back did he find the telltale signs of a struggle. A tree with a deep gouge in it... and blackened blood splattered onto the dry leaves. He could tell that this animal, whatever it was, had been unfit for consumption. Still, it left a trail leading into a deep part of the forest.<br/><br/>Shadavere drifted from branch to branch, following Nialda as she went atop her lizard of unusual size. He was a small thing, little noticed in such dense brush. The ranger and pseudodragon passed by a few old ruins, another river, and all manner of thick trees and plantlife. A few hours passed by without note.<br/><br/>Upon nestling high into the branches of a hardy oak, the pseudodragon spied a large boar below. (http://youtu.be/4FnWsM5EisA?t=1m2s) It was fat, old, wounded... and heavily corrupted. His fur was black and grey around patches of skin, an eye was milky white and hairless growths bulged out from its head to its neck, causing it to breathe irregularly. An ear had been chewed off alongside a few strips of flesh hanging from its belly. It trailed red and blackish blood until it stepped off a steep ledge and tumbled down a hill towards where the ranger had been going.<br/><br/>Now collapsed on its side in front of the path before Nialda, the woman also beheld the beast. It did not get up, panting even more heavily now. In time, all it could do was shudder with tired squeels as it began to convulse into a seizure. A pack of wolves following the blood trail descended upon it, blithely unaware of the pseudodragon's presence. They looked no more than large dogs, unable to take on such prey by themselves. Yet somehow they had... its black blood was on their claws and teeth, betraying a ferocity that marked them as no ordinary wolves. Some of the blight was on them as well, though none were so advanced as the boar.<br/><br/>They bounded down the hill and circled around the dying beast, their fangs gnashing upon its flesh until it expired when suddenly... one spotted Nialda. It bore its fangs and black sludge instead of spittle seeped from its gums. The others were alerted, lifting their red and black soaked snouts from the carcass. They huddled protectively over their prize, seven of them forming a half-circle around it as they dug their claws into the ground and barked, blackened sludge spewing out of their throats.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">To all; Six hours have passed.<br/><br/>Nialda being a ranger, is able to instantly identify the creatures;<br/><br/>Advanced 5HD wolves (http://paizo.com/prd/monsters/wolf.html) with the blighted template (x7);<br/><br/>(http://s24.postimg.org/3wdr4263p/zwolf.png)<br/><br/>HP: 30-65 (CR 3)<br/>Attack: Bite +7 (1d6+6 plus trip)<br/>AC: 20<br/>Fort: +11, Ref: +11, Will: +5<br/>Skills: Perception +10, Stealth +9, Survival +6 (+10 scent tracking)<br/>Str 21, Dex 21, Con 20, Int 3, Wis 17, Cha 11<br/>Blight Poisoning (Ex) Bite—injury; save Fort DC 17, onset 1d3 hours, frequency 1/day, effect 1d4 Con damage, fatigued and sickened; Cure 2 consecutive saves<br/><br/>Either write out your response if it is not hostile, or... if you initiate combat, send me three rounds worth of actions in a PM. :P</div></div>