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Quickly you step away from the dead wolf and steel yourself as Jarel cries a warning: 'There's another one!'

There is a brief flash of feral eyes then the great hound charges out of the darkness and flings itself at your companion's chest. Jarel sidesteps and ducks, and the howling wolf meets with a swift death as Jarel's sword slices upwards and opens its heart.

Breathless and blood-splattered, you gather up your equipment and hurry deeper into the forest before the smell of the dead wolves attracts more of their kind, or worse.

Turn to 282.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.