Rolf
The route the witch sent us on quickly brought us to a deep forest full of eerie sounds. I handed the little woman to Thorbjorn and shifted into a wolf, carrying the bag of herbs as long as I could before the horrible medicines inside made me sneeze. Thorbjorn took the satchel, and I ran ahead, scouting as I usually did. To the wolf, the woods were full of more than night sounds—trails left by all sorts of creatures, some of which I’d never met before. I guided us around a porcupine and skunk’s path, and took us the long way around a hill and through a mountain stream just to avoid something large and putrid that left a wide slimy trail like a giant slug.
This place is strange, I stopped to c**k a leg and mark our trail against a moss-covered tree. I would not even come here to hunt
