### 168

You hurry down towards the circle of boulders, dragging your frozen horse behind you, eager to get him out of this icy gale. You are twenty yards from your goal when you are brought skidding to a halt by your hunting senses—something is wrong here. You listen and, to your horror, you detect the clacking of fangs and the scent of blood and greasy fur. Suddenly the clacking ceases and a terrifying howl arises from the far side of the boulders.

If you wish to mount your horse and gallop away from here, turn to 309.

If you choose to draw your weapon and investigate what lurks on the other side of these boulders, turn to 208.