[ There are, strangely, so many echoes of a lone childhood memory in this place--and there are moments when Shadowheart's resolve slips, and she feels like a child again, alone and frightened in the dark, before the dark became companion to her.
She is near-paralyzed by that fear, when a wolf emerges from the brush with a growl. Shadowheart is without her armor, without weapons, unable even to call a spell to her fingertips as she stumbles back a step at the edge of the water, near-slipping in the silt. ]
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She is near-paralyzed by that fear, when a wolf emerges from the brush with a growl. Shadowheart is without her armor, without weapons, unable even to call a spell to her fingertips as she stumbles back a step at the edge of the water, near-slipping in the silt. ]
D-don't come any closer.