The clouds blocked out the moon, leading Urgon to stumble as he made his way through the village. He pressed himself against the side of a hunters" longhouse, peering around the edge to gaze in the direction of the wolf pen. He could see little through the inky blackness, leaving him with scant choice but to blindly close the distance, so he moved into the open, calling out softly, "Kraloch?"
"Over here," came the reply.
Closer he drew, until he recognized the dark shape before him. "Kraloch? Is that you?"
"Of course it is," came the hushed reply. "Who else would be out and about at this time of night."
"Fair point."
"Here. Take the shovel and be quick about it before someone overhears us."
Urgon grasped the wooden pole, feeling the weight of it. Now all that remained was to get into
