The Night was dark - but that was never an issue. Not for Olrox. The creatures of the night seemed to never approach, probably sensing the power of his age, and his blood. So the trail was peaceful and quiet.

But then, he heard it. Almost a scream, but animalistic. A wolf, perhaps? He'd seen them before, but usually in the forested mountains of North America. Majestic and gorgeous.

But this sounded painful, like whatever had made the noise was in pain. And nothing drew Olrox more than pain. Silent as wind, he approached the source of the sound.