Dynoz smiled with grim satisfaction as the death gurgle of the human filled his ears, Adinraen, was skilled like a surgeon with his blades. Urging the large wolf forward his eyes scanned the forest around them; it was glorious and feral and spoiled by the filthy hands of humans. 

Cresting through scrub into a clearing that gave them good view of the village, Dynoz curled his lip as he spat on the ground, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the abomination. A palisade hid the structures of the village, but he could hear the squeals and laughter of children. The hammering of metal on metal as blacksmiths worked to forge weapons quickly and the sweet smell of honey-bread baking.

For a long minute Dynoz stared at the village, the disgust and hatred hidden on his angular face, his eyes showing the only signs of emotion, as they flared slightly at the sight of a human child tromping into the forest with a basket of bread.

Odd, why should that be? Rising a shimmering gem to eye level he glanced in the direction of the child, after a moment a curse slipped from his lips. The human had led them into an ambush, foolish man-thing, to believe he was smarter than the elves. 

Licking his lips he lowered the spying gem and spoke softly, yet with icy conviction, “Adinraen, I wish that your skills be employed. Silently and swiftly, be as the hawk upon a hare,” Turning towards the Demon Elf, Dynoz smiled “Go, kill their strongest warriors, we shall be along shortly. Save the women and children…if you can.”

Turning back towards the rest of his command, he barked at them, “Centaurs…Centaurs are here. They shall try to save the humans. We have been led into a trap, but we shall survive, for we are the masters of this forest. Kill them where you find them…slay them all!”