A horde of orcs descended from the mountain to hunt for prey when they encountered the lone Renee. Yet as they moved in, a massive shadow loomed overhead, and they turned to see the eight blood-red eyes of the warg. With a sharp note from Renee's flute, the Cryptid scattered the brutes, snapping their bones like brittle twigs. Once their death cries faded, only the girl's soft playing could be heard. Nothing else would dare intrude upon the pair, at least for the time being.