Atre ran down the hillside. This was the fastes way to Whiterun. He panted,and stopped to take a breath,and to listend. A wolves howl echoed between the rocks,and he shivered. This place was known to be the home of many wolves. He took off with a fast pace,not wanting to meet the hungry wolf.
"Dragons, mad wolves...what in Oblivion a happening with Skyrim?" he mumbled,and jumoed over a rock.