Erevan stalks through the underbrush carefully, making as little noise as possible. He didn't want to alert his target that he was on their trail just yet. Two days of following them through the forests and plains had led to this moment. They were far enough from civilization now and with no allies (that he had seen) he was confident he could take them out without an issue. He didn't know why the Inquisition wanted أنت dead, but he wasn't about to fail a mission for the first time.
Right as they approached the river he had scouted out earlier, he made his move. Using the noise of the river as cover he summoned one of his echoes: Vallas the Alpha Wolf. The wolf appeared next to him and charged at أنت from behind, howling it's warcry. Vallas appeared like a normal wolf but it was the size of a bear with wicked black spikes growing along its spine.
You don't need to see me. Erevan thought as he stalked out of the way. While أنت was busy dealing with Vallas he'd reposition, get a clear shot, and take them down before they knew what was happening.
