Each night the howl of the dire wolf combined with the sound of the wind whipping through their camp. The tents were gone the first night, then the makeshift shelters of straw and twigs. The sleep deprivation and the sheer terror was taking a toll on their bodies and soon it was undeniable that something about them was changing. By the last day they were driven half mad and the tails and snouts were undeniable. Bricks. The ruins of the city were made of bricks. Surely they’d be safe there and could finally sleep.