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Zenovia had decided to meditate when they had made camp, since she wasn't given the letter to read. Keeping to herself was something she often did, although not by choice since Spirit Walkers were generally an antisocial bunch. A deep howl had echoed through the forest to the north. She knew the sound all too well. She and her mentor had dealt with Wargs before, but the shaman was nervous now that her Mentor was no more, in a physical sense.

Suddenly Vert shouted about Wargs, which reassured the wood elf. It was good to know that the others knew what they were about to face. What she didn't expect was for the monster to [i]save[/i] one of them from an attack. Despite most of them being against the existence of Vert, she was selfless enough to shield one of them. Zenovia couldn't help but feel guilty of being so judgemental, however it wasn't anyone's fault other than the Warlock's.

Zenovia breathed in deeply as she got to her feet. Her hand clutching her wooden staff. Her grip shook with anxiety and excitement, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she waited for more of the creatures to attack. However, the taunts from Kaite went unanswered for a while. She subconsciously followed Xen's instruction to stay near the fire. She could feel herself calm down as she remembered that there were others around to support her if need be.

The spirits shook in excitement as more Wargs approached the party, only to be felled by Kaite. Zenovia's eyes flicked left and right, waiting for another to appear. In the corner of her eye, a group of spirits flashed like torches, as if they were telling her something was there. Lighting the area like a lantern, only the Spirit Walker could see the form of a beast hiding among the trees.

Holding her staff in front of her, her light blue eyes glowed. The raven head of her staff went alight with an ominous blue flame. Similarly to the previous night, she chanted words unknown to those around her. A Warg charged out of the trees, heading straight for the red haired elf. It leapt at her, but it was too late. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Mán naur!"[/i][/color], Zenovia pointed her staff at the beast, a flash of blue flame erupted from the raven's head, incinerating the Warg mid-pounce, leaving nothing behind. Some might say it was 'overkill', but it was mostly to serve as a warning to the rest of their pack. However, the mage could feel the presence of the undeterred.