Sern walked down the sides of a river, heading south. He wasn't sure where he was headed. Hecate had just told him to head in this direction. After a few hours it started to get dark, so he created a magical light that floated over his head and continued on his way. About an hour later he started hearing growling, and at the edge of his light's range he saw several wolves approaching him. "Woah, there." he said drawing his crossbow. He raised it and pointed it at a wolf, but just as he was about to fire another wolf jumped onto his back, knocking him down and discharging the bow, firing a bolt wildly into the woods. He drew his knife and turned over just as it bit his arm. He screamed.