Surrounded on multiple sides, wounded several times over and having lost its packmate, things are not looking hopeful for the poor worg.  Looking quickly back and forth between the two people surrounding it, the worg bears fangs and gives the best menacing growl it can muster given the circumstance.  After a tense moment of hesitation, it abruptly darts out from between the two adventurers heading Northeast and disappearing around the edge of the building on the Northernmost edge of the town square.

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Worg takes a disengage actions, then flees NE around the corner of a building.
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