Megan dashed out in the darkness.  Twigs snapped under her feet as she reached the forest.  Brush seemed to try and bring her down, but she forged ahead...then found herself face-to-face with a snarling warg she had almost run into.  She saw its glaring red eyes, and atop it was a troll, looking almost imperial in its saddle.<br/><br/>"Going somewhere?"  The voice was cackling and evil.