Ranger's knife"In the darkness, she sat with only the flickering lights of dying embers from her fire, hinting at the ranger's presence. Owls and wolves could be heard upon the wind, and an eerie silence followed, almost like the creatures of old had come to hunt. Yet, she was not faced with this. She sat by the dying glow of the fire, sharpening her knife on her whetstone. Patient and observant of the danger lurking in the dark, she reminisced about the day she