She ran towards the forest. It wasn’t quite that dark yet, althought shadows played across the woods. A man was following her with a sword, and she vaguely heard him shouting her name. “Anara!” He screamed from the wind. “Wait!” She ran towards the darker part of the woods. Suddenly, she heard a growl sounding from one part of the darkness, and froze. She didn’t know where the growl was, didn’t want to find out what made the growl. The man who had followed her, came up behind her. “Anara.” He panted. “I mean no harm. I am you’re…” Suddenly, a gray wolf sprang from nowhere. The man jerked his sword up and swung Anara behind him. The wolf had leaped from a high spot of the ground and was bearing down on him. He slammed the sword into the wolf, and then pulled it out once it hit the ground. He cleaned the blood off, and then sheathed the sword. “I am you’re protecter.”