Late one evening, you're out gathering firewood when you see a black wolf. Frightened, you call out to the knight Navarre who has been your protector, but the knight is gone. However, you do find his crossbow left unattended. As you pick it up and aim it at the wolf, though, a woman stops you. She's wearing the knight's black cloak, and she whispers, Please, don't shoot my wolf! Let me go to him.
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