There were rumors about a legendary wolf running from the mouths of the local folk. You were smarter than that, of course, but the prospect couldn't help but entice you to take a look around the forest. You weren't so sure if you wished to really find the wolf or not, but part of you hoped the rumors were just that — a folk's tale.

However, since you heard the nearby howl of the wolf, you weren't so sure anymore about your decisions as you ran through the woods, your dagger and bow long discarded into the foliage behind you. You could hear the animal breathing, panting and growling, itching to snap it's fangs around your neck, if only to have a good-sized meal for the day.

Your feet caught to the roots of a tree, sending you tumbling across the forest floor. Your arms were all but scratched at this point by the fall and you heard the wolf leaping to get you, almost feeling it's saliva on your face. Only, the liquid that hit you wasn't saliva, but instead blood, and when you looked up you were mesmerized to find a knight sinking his sword into the wolf's body, then turning to offer you his hand.

"Are you injured? Please, allow me to help you."