Ashe
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Like Sunjata, most of Ashe's experience in hunting strayed toward the human variety. But she had plenty of animal kills under her belt, hunting on the road between contracts giving her background with the bow and traps, and her ravenous appetite since taking on the wolf spurred the rest.
It was hearing that Sunjata was a soldier that narrowed her eyes, turning her head to take a closer look at him. Loren, she knew, was formidable with magic. So far he seemed harmless enough, but she knew better than to trust that from a Launcelyn. An entire little faction of them had lived in Northaven in secret for over a year - their skills in deception were not something to trifle with. She knew that about the Launcelyns, but this man...
Her eyes were perhaps a touch sharper, a predator sizing up another, but she flashed him a smile, sharp canines peeking through before she turned ahead. "Hunting is hunting," she said. "Keep an eye out for broken branches, tufts of fur, things like that too." Then shifted just after the other two set off.
The black wolf shook out her pelt as four paws stretched into the earth, breathing in a deep lungful of cold air before she straightened. Her golden eyes were brighter as she straightened, ears swiveling to listen, her nostrils flaring gently as she lifted her nose to the air. She moved into the brush, dropping her head down to see what she might find in the dirt - tracks, a scent, any sign that prey had passed through.
Like Sunjata, most of Ashe's experience in hunting strayed toward the human variety. But she had plenty of animal kills under her belt, hunting on the road between contracts giving her background with the bow and traps, and her ravenous appetite since taking on the wolf spurred the rest.
It was hearing that Sunjata was a soldier that narrowed her eyes, turning her head to take a closer look at him. Loren, she knew, was formidable with magic. So far he seemed harmless enough, but she knew better than to trust that from a Launcelyn. An entire little faction of them had lived in Northaven in secret for over a year - their skills in deception were not something to trifle with. She knew that about the Launcelyns, but this man...
Her eyes were perhaps a touch sharper, a predator sizing up another, but she flashed him a smile, sharp canines peeking through before she turned ahead. "Hunting is hunting," she said. "Keep an eye out for broken branches, tufts of fur, things like that too." Then shifted just after the other two set off.
The black wolf shook out her pelt as four paws stretched into the earth, breathing in a deep lungful of cold air before she straightened. Her golden eyes were brighter as she straightened, ears swiveling to listen, her nostrils flaring gently as she lifted her nose to the air. She moved into the brush, dropping her head down to see what she might find in the dirt - tracks, a scent, any sign that prey had passed through.
which one of us will wear the bigger bruises
when the war is done?
