Somewhere deep in the Aeldhearte Forest...

Finnath sat with her back against a tree, scribbling rapidly on a
sheet of parchment. Humming airily, she straightned to read her work
and giggled in pure delight. The Guild of Bards would have to let her
in after they read this, her latest masterpiece. She giggled again,
then started laughing loudly. "I'm a genius!"

Something moved out of the corner of her eye. With battle-honed
reflexes, she stood, spun around, tripped over her bow, and crashed
to the ground. "...ouch..."

Several feet away from her, the wolf blinked in surprise, then shook
its shaggy head and walked away, muttering, "Damn humans. They never
know when to quit."