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For Adohorn:
Night had already fully fallen as Adohorn made his way across the narrow valley. The last he had heard the warg's howl it had come from high up on the other side of the valley. The climbing wouldn't have been easy for a human but Aldohorn managed to move on at near his normal speed. The slope was getting steeper and fallen rocks could be seen here and there, indicating that avalanches had happened in the past few weeks. The clouds suddenly parted and the light of the moon shining off the snow in the valley gave a slight illumination to the mountainside Adohorn was climbing. Ahead of him he could make out the footprints of the warg going up the slope in a zigzag. He followed them for some time but then suddenly the footprints stopped as the snow gave way to a flat rock. As Adohorn walks around the rock he can't see the wargs footprints leaving it, yet clearly the warg isn't on the rock either. Besides his own faint breathing Adohorn can't hear anything and he can't smell the warg either.
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