Wolves. Giant ones. A sword, too.

[ One of Zack's, he's pretty sure, or something like it. It didn't look like anything from Jim's world. ]

They attacked, but you were too weak to fight, so I. [ His hands clasp, as if around the hilt of a board sword, but he shakes his head. ] I drew 'em off. Sent a couple tumbling outside, over a cliff, but…