Topaz touched down smoothly, landing on his feet. He looked to his right. Sure enough, there was the river. He checked his compass to ensure he was heading in the right direction. He started walking... but then heard something strange. He stopped. He still heard footprints. Too loud, large and clumsy to be human. He drew his blades, transforming them both into guns. He looked... and spotted the Beowolf leaping towards his face.
He shot it.
He shot it.