"Sorry, but I'm more of the guy that stands back and deliver long range support," Press said. "So, I'll stay a little further behind." As Press looked around, he saw nothing of significant importance. Just each other and the environment. Of course, that was bound to change.

As everyone kept walking, Press noticed that everything seemed to be... darker. Press wasn't quite sure what to think of it, so he stayed on his guard, turning his head side to side to try to spot an incoming threat. Then they suddenly found themselves under attack by what appeared to be [i]shadows[/i]. "Guys, watch for the shadows!" Press warned as the shadows darted around to injure them. Press had no idea what to do in a scenario like this, but it seemed like fate had other ideas. 

A wolf had appeared, which made Press jump. At first, he was thinking that another threat had appeared, and tightened his grip on his knife. However, it didn't seem like the wolf was going to attack them. If anything, the wolf was actually [i]helping[/i] them, scaring away the shadows. Before Press could say anything, the wolf left after the job was done. Press stared at the spot where the wolf disappeared out of sight, then said, "Ok, that was weird." Press paused for a second, then asked everyone, "Is everyone alright? Nothing life-threatening, right?"