The Barrens, At the Foot of the Mountains of Thraa-Lashek
Present Day
The sun has began to set. You stand on a cold, windswept plain beneath the shadows of the stone behemoths of Thraa Lashek. A snowstorm from the North has began its way down south, and you are beginning to feel it's embrace. The hungry howling of a pack of wolves draws near. So far, you've managed to avoid them, or slay a few of their scouts before they fled. Starvation remains as a strong motivation, however, and they grow hungrier by the day. As the first snowflakes begin to hit the ground, you see ahead of you the dying light of a campfire, and several other figures heading towards it.
They may prove friend or foe later, but for now surviving the night is of highest priority. Behind you, the wolves grow quiet, and an ear-splitting howl echoes around the plain. Singular. Bestial. An order?
When it finally dies down, the wolves respond as one. Agreement...