Silver Creek lightly armored means light on your feet

a caravan of clouds fell in tandem with nightfall; overhead the skies were a calamitous grey -- underfoot, the world was dark and near-black.

iliksis had made good use of his time in silver creek; he had established a small enclave in the creek's many secluded fens, and had even found a place adorned by a thick cape of brambles and briars. he likened it to his lair, and wondered what excitable and terrible things he would do to many, in that dark and shadowed hole.

he had also taken the time to get to know the habits of the wolves around him - where they slept, who they conversed with -- most importantly, when they were most likely to be alone. it was a matter of survival for the man, but he also derived a sick pleasure from watching wolves dart through the thicket, envisioning how the aspect of the quiet woods would change once their entrails hung like loose bands of raw red party streamers between black and bladed thorns.

oh yes, iliksis saw himself fitting right in.