I write now from the branches of a tree. A tree. It is somewhat uncomfortable and highly undignified, but at least my thick furs lend me some measure of comfort due to their padding capabilities.
This morning, as I ate a breakfast of nuts and berries I had forraged yesterday, I heard the baying of a warg. At first I paid little heed as it seemed quite distant and I thought that it had likely found a wounded creature to chase. They are, after all, intelligent beasts and one would assume that they would seek an easy lunch. However, it turned out that I was quite mistaken as the dratted creature had picked up my trail and was now intent on stalking me.
The howls came closer to my position throughout the day and, come sunset, had turned to huffy growls. I think it was trying to instil in me some fear of death by slavering jaws which is why it did not simply attack. At least, not then anyway.
As the light faded, it jumped out of some nearby bushes to land in front of me, paws planted firmly apart and head held low as it glared at me. I could see the foam dripping from its wicked teeth as it peeled back its lips to emit a gutteral gnarl. Taking the opportinity presented by its impressive grasp of theatrics, I shrugged my backpack from my shoulder, held the strap between both hands and swung it for the beast's face as hard as I could. To my pleasant surprise it worked and whilst the creature shook its huge head to clear it of the momentary daze, I made a break for a nearby tree and scrambled up it.
The good news is that wargs are really very bad at climbing trees. It gives it a go every now and then, claws scrabbling at the trunk like a dog at a closed door, but fails to find any decent purchase upon the bark. It then, as it is doing right now, circles around the base growling and huffing and generally making quite an angry din.
The bad news, of course, is that branches do not make for comfortable seats, nevermind beds, so I doubt that I shall get all that much sleep this eve even if the fluffy killer is kind enough to shut up.
I wonder if it will go away satisfied should I put on a suitable show of terror. I would ask it, having heard that they can speak, but I doubt it would answer me. So, I will just sit here and hope that I do not fall off my perch should I manage to get some rest.
