After a torrid end to Friday a huge sandstorm whipped up and no progress was made by the travelling hoard, the only howling that could be heard was the fervent sound of the winds outside as everyone had cowered to their tents. The winds blew throughout the weekend making progress impossible, until eventually late on Sunday night the winds stopped. Having been kept awake by the noise and the thought of missing the opening match in Qatar, Steve Leo Belleck peered outside of his tent, it was eerily silent, he clambered out fully and stretched his arms and legs to relieve the cramp. Suddenly he felt a warm breath from behind, he looked and stood there was a huge wolf looking very hungry. Frozen in terror, poor Steve did not react, the wolf quickly killed him and feasted for the first time in many nights. Steve Leo Belleck was good. Awoken by the noise, AshdonWFC sat up in his sleeping bag and listened intently. Nothing. Then some scratching around. Then nothing again. Getting out of his bag he pulled the zip of the tent down by a tiny bit and could make out a figure outside. Suddenly the figure moved and shouted "KEEP BACK" just at the same moment a set of claws ripped though the side of the tent, Ashdon rolled away and saw the guardian stood over him, they had their silver dagger held out at arms length pointing to at a wolf just a couple of yards away. The wolf looked at Ashdon and then the dagger wielding guardian and ran away.