"No back door," Rebecca whispered.  "It's held shut by boards.  We'd never get there, not all the way to town."  Rebecca gasped.  She saw a humanoid figure on a giant wolf, silhouetted in the moonlight, riding up toward the front door.  Two more flanked him.  The wargs gave a bloodcurdling howl, up close, enough that Rebecca covered her ears.  "They're here," she said.<br/><br/>A gravelly voice came to the ears of everyone in the house.  "This is Raul'og, lord of the Fist of the Claw of Night.  Your farm is now on orcish land, and is ours.  Open your door in the name of the Claw of Night, or we will burn you out!"