I have lost some little RP´s of Rae in Luria, but nothing of great importance happened.
The forgotten Coast
The scent of the sea is gradually being suppressed by the smell of hare, frizzling over a camp fire. Rae had actually rubbed the meat in herbs - no reason to waste a good meal after all, even if it is intended as bait. The villagefolk had not known what attacked their cattle at night, but the carcasses shown to her were quite telling. If her guess was right, the roasting meat would draw out her bounty sooner rather than later. Her cousin would be furious if he knew she was taking assignments, but her body ached for combat - the thrill only battle can breed needs to be satisfied once in a while and nothing is quite as challenging as a fight with -
A bloodcurdling howl cuts through the night. Shivers run down Rae's neck as she picks up her javelin and turns her back to the fire. Closing her eyes to enhance her night vision she listens into the night. The slow beat of humongous paws sprinting towards her sends a tremor through the earth. Every muscle in her body tense, weapon at the ready she awaits her opponent in the fading hours of the night.
