The ground was cold and wet from the torrent of rain.  A couple feet from her face, a snail crawled, lured by the rain and damp.  It had been dry for several days before the downpour.<br/><br/>A warg approached.  Megan could see its massive paws, see the fog of its breath in the moonlight.  Boots descended onto the ground, a pair of them, moving three steps toward her.  On the last step, one of them ground the snail into the ground with an audible crunch.  Strong hand seized Megan.  A knife sliced off her belt, and any weapons she had in it fell onto the ground along with the sundered piece of leather.<br/><br/>She was lifted, and placed onto the warg.  Then the orc mounted it, keeping her tucked in front of him.  This orc wore no armor, and his body was warm.  One green hand took the reins of the warg, and the other wrapped itself around her stomach, holding her in place.