*sees the hind end of a large animal for a few seconds before it vanishes among the trees*

*sniffs*

A warg! And...*looks down to see the snow stained red with blood* Upon the Valar! *stifles a cry; whispers* Oh please don't let there be more of them!

*runs back into the parlor; grabs his cloak and weapons; throws a knapsack on and dashes out the door following the blood splashes easily by the soft light of the moon*