Ingrid
Ingrid grinned as the traveler ran towards her. She opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by a low, guttural growl. "Was that a fucking ursur?!" she whisper-yelled.
"Holy shit," she murmured. That was all Ingrid could muster as the woman grew and sprouted claws. A partial shapeshift was the mark of a truly powerful Attuned.
Guess pipsqueak is a badass, she thought.
"I think we still have time to bail before it gets here. A hunter once told me that you have a chance of surviving as long as you're not close enough to smell its breath," she whispered.
"The Citadel is this way."
"Holy shit," she murmured. That was all Ingrid could muster as the woman grew and sprouted claws. A partial shapeshift was the mark of a truly powerful Attuned.
Guess pipsqueak is a badass, she thought.
"I think we still have time to bail before it gets here. A hunter once told me that you have a chance of surviving as long as you're not close enough to smell its breath," she whispered.
"The Citadel is this way."
