The slender elven woman had spent most of the trip in huddled silence, speaking to no one. She handled the cold well enough for someone of her delicate frame, but even still... she was shivering.
Around her the air hung heavy, and she shivered, though not from the cold. The creature's braying cry set the spark in the nervous anticipation she had gnawing at her for the last half hour. She shrieked as the beast burst from the woods, and huddled down lower in the corner of the wagon.