Her conversation with Callidus was still bothering her, but she couldn't figure out why. She could get what she wanted - she only needed to complete one task. Her readings in the Royal Archives had told her everything she needed to know about the armored enemies that resided deep in the Wilds of Onderon.

Lilaena turned around suddenly, eyes watchful. She felt like she was being watched, but that was not unusual in a jungle full of predators. She had been walking for most of the night, and the sun had risen an hour ago. A scream from the west drew her attention, and she realized she was being stalked. This paticular beast - a wicked, black furred quadruped with vicious claws and teeth - always hunted in packs of three.

One would call the attention of the prey with a screech or other such noise, while the other two flanked the intended victim.

Her lightsaber was in her hand quickly, purple blade ignited just in time to turn and skewer the three hundred pound creature as it leapt out of the undergrowth at her. Bowling her to the ground with its sheer size, the beast shrieked loudly at the pain in its enormous chest. She pulled at her lightsaber, cutting a line through the creature's chest cavity, spilling blood and ichor onto her as it went into its death throes.

Lilaena deactivated her blade as soon as she was sure it was dead, using the Force to throw the beast off of her. There were still two others to deal with, but they seemed to be taking their time. The death of their packmate would have enraged them, however, and they would attack.