As she rode away, Tinsith thought about her brother. She wasn't shy about crying now. Of anyone that could of died that way, her brother didn't deserve it. Or was she being tested? If yes, whoever had caused her brother's death would severely pay the price. She remembered what her brother had told her before he died. ''Saruman sent wargs to pillage this village and the ones around it.'' Saruman! She swore to herself to kill that traitor. She then heard howls coming from not far behind.
'Tinsith, go!' Her mother yelled.
'What? No!' Tinsith said, only starting to realise what her mother was about to do. 'I don't want to lose you too!'
'Tinsith...' Her mother said soothingly. 'You're strong. You can escape. Me? I'm almost like a dead weight to you. I want you to make it out, and I know you can. Do this as a favor to me?'
'Mom...' Tinsith cried. 'I love you...'
'So do I' She said. 'Now go.'
Her mother then turned around and rode the other way, to meet the wargs. With one look back, Tinsith rode away.
''Everyone has a chance to be good again, no matter how horrible they were.''
