Night descended upon the winter landscape, only a thin sliver of the waning moon giving light to the forest road.
But it was enough. A lone rider galloped into view, pushing his steed hard. The dapple gray's hooves pounded on the frozen ground, kicking up clumps of snow and dirt. Steam came from its nostrils and despite the frigid temperature, sweat formed on the beast's chest and flanks. And yet, the rider pushed the tired animal even harder.
A long howl from a warg came from somewhere behind him and the rider felt a fear rise in his chest. "Grant this horse wings," he prayed to whatever deity might be listening, but even as he said it, he knew the horse could not keep up this pace for long.
Early the next morning in a small nearby town...
A riderless horse meanders down the main street in town. His richly adorned saddle is slightly askew, reins broken and dragging on the ground. Four parallel cuts run across his dappled flank, as if scraped by heavy claws.
(OOC: No character sheets required. Just introduce one or more characters through the RP and have fun!)
