In the time you had known Shadowheart, this little nugget of knowledge hadn't made itself known until recently. She was always a rather closed off person, secretive and reserved; but this was a reaction that she couldn't quite manage to hide. It was too obvious.

It was a late night for your party. You'd all decided against setting up camp, not really feeling overly exhausted; the day had been rather uneventful compared to your other endeavors. So you continued on your treck late into the night.

The moon shone brightly overhead, its light bathing your party as you continued on. The only sound, save for the occasional chatter of your companions, was that of your gentle footfalls against the dirt path you were walking along. So it wasn't difficult to notice when that steady pattern was disturbed.

When you paused, as did the rest of your party, their demeanor immediately shifting to alertness. The footsteps came in pairs; two in quick succession, and then another two the same a short while after. A four-legged beast, and approaching quickly. You narrowed your eyes, watching the foliage ahead as it shuffled.

Suddenly, the source of the sound revealed itself; a wolf, its fur silver, eyes a vibrant gold, and its teeth glinting in the moonlight. You relaxed a little – a wolf wasn't so bad compared to other things you'd faced. But Shadowheart clearly thought otherwise. She yelped fearfully, staggering back a little. The reaction was more of a surprise than the wolf. Shadowheart was never usually so reactive to anything. But she seemed struck with terror at the mere sight of the wolf.