#fleetoffoot

[scalesandsecrets]

fleet-of-foot started following you

A slight shifting of Nor's frame as he settles a bit further back into his chair, readjusting his grip on his book at he did so. Briefly his attentions are called away from the text when a few logs are added onto the inn's firepit, the flames eagerly starting to crawl over the freshly added wood and provide the space with an increased amount of light and warmth. A slight motion of the assassin's hand is all it takes to garner attention in turn, an order for another bowl of stew being sent to the cook as Nor turns his attentions back to the book.

Though rather swiftly his finds his gaze being drawn away once again, this time from the inn's door being opened and admitting another into the space, more out of reaction to the noise than anything else.

[bastardswxrd]

There was a deer up ahead. He couldn’t quite see it, but he could sense its life. He could smell it. Hell, he could almost taste it. He was in his wolf beast form, crawling through the underbrush. He kept close to the ground, his ears back as he maneuvered to keep the wind blowing his scent way from the deer. Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. His entire body froze as the deer lifted its head but it quickly went back to grazing. He crept a few feet closer still, and then burst from the ground with an almighty roar. Powerful legs rippled, hurling him forward, and his back claws scratched against the cold hard dirt. The deer was right there, and it was his.