Oren and Ralph (5)

When Oren got home he told one of the elders named Cass about the horrible sight he had seen, the wolf, dead on the path, but most of all, the arrow. Instantly Cass said "Elves, an elf shot him."

Oren and Ralph (4)

Ralph had almost reached a safe cave when tyredness took over and he slowed down. Before he knew it he was on the floor with a wolf on his chest. The wolf was trying for his neck and he was trying to push it back.

Oren and Ralph (3)

A young dead wolf lay of the path just ahead of Oren with an arrow in its stomach. Oren wondered how it had been shot as he did not know about the elves who were local to that side of the forest. At the sight of the wolf, dead or alive, he was instantly catious. Soon Oren had had enough and started back to his home.

Oren and Ralph (2)

Ralph tore through the thicket thorns cutting through his skin and he could feel the wolves breath right on his heels. He had his bow slung over his shoulder and a quiver. Ralph was not a unicorn but an elf with brown hair. He had been out hunting that morning and shot a young wolf accidentaly. Now its mother was chasing him through the thicket.