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The doomwolf gnaws at your right foot and desperately you kick free from its fang-filled jaws. It yelps with frustration and launches itself at your back as your terrified horse starts to pull ahead. Its sharp claws, now fully extended, rip through your oilskin cape and slice through the side of your backpack. You lose two Backpack Items (the first and the last items recorded on your list). Steadily, your horse pulls away from this howling creature, leaving it trailing in your wake.