Dinah

THE HUNT It's late, the moon hanging high in the clear sky, illuminating the snowy landscape below. The night suits me just fine, my werefox instincts high as I step through the cold ground. Entering the tent, my body involuntarily gives a little shiver, shaking off snow. Damnit, now people are going to think I'm some sort of animal. If someone brings it up, I'll just have to punch them in the gut. "There you are." I say, stepping up to you. With the foot of my spear on the ground I give off a... leaderlike presence, shortness not withstanding. "Looks like you're with me tonight. Better have gotten enough sleep, if you fall behind, I'm leaving you in the snow." A lie... maybe. As long as it makes you keep up. "Our mission is to scout for Zenoirans. Damn bastards have been creeping around the area."