Stephen
Hjera didn't often leave the wilds around Riften. Lake Honrich was safe, close enough to the Riften Fishery that roe and overflow made it out and into the lake proper, meaning she could hunt for fish there, and the game in elk and wolf were plentiful. That being said, on occasion, reports of the she-bear of the Rift would reach an enterprising hunter, and she'd end up having to change locations.

Thus far, she'd avoided being outed as the... *Freak* She'd become. She would simply see the hunters, who would question her, assuming she was after the same quarry, and move on. She would use these opportunities to slip away into the wilds of Eastmarch, away from most of the major holds and instead nestling comfortably into the forest, hill, and marsh of the east. 

Currently, she was hungry. Very hungry. She'd been eating, of course, but she hadn't properly *Fed* In a while, and the only way to really stop herself from going insane during these periods of abstinence was eating a DAMN big game. A pretty hefty elk, not too dissimilar from the one that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place, had caught her eye, and she chased the damn thing to what felt like the ends of Skyrim.

Into... This place.

Something about this place made her think she probably shouldn't be firing arrows around willy-nilly. A great tree, greater than any she had ever seen in her life, sit perched at the far end of this cavern, a sanctuary from the harsh winters of Skyrim, lush and verdant and vibrant. It hardly looked like the same land. 

Still, she really wanted that elk... And he was starting to get some ground on her...
Tessa
The elk begins moving with great speed, jumping onto a ledge by one of the Nords who live there, it stands proudly, turning toward the hunter then... Speaking "Would you please stop chasing, it is quite rude." The elk speaks in a low, calm voice, "You seem quite desperate for my meat, but you will be quite disappointed by it." It states. Then, before your eyes the elk disappears, and in its place stands a large being, a Minotaur, despite the odds of the area.
Donald
"Get the huntress some food, please, I believe I brough back a elk, recently." He says to the nord near him, "Thank you, sister, I appreciate your help."
Stephen
Hjera would have... Mixed thoughts on what was occuring in front of her. 

Initially, she was absolutely *Pissing* Herself at the thought of having run into The Hunter again, but then her good sense got the better of her. This beast spoke in a gentler tone, not the almost mocking tones of Hircine. No, this wasn't for sure a friend, but he wasn't the Enemy. 

She was about to swear off Elk for the rest of time until she then proceeded to see said elk vanish, and in its place... A damned *Bull-man*. 

Rare would it be for any man or woman or mer to go from abject horror to abject confusion with such great haste, but Hjera managed it. 

"... I don't mean to impose..." She muttered weakly, barely audible over the low hum of nature around her. Suddenly, the ground became the most interesting thing in the world to her, so she decided to regard it thusly.
Donald
He laughs, it's a very deep laugh, echoiging off the walls of the cave, "You are not imposing, it is a gift, a show of good will." He says, "So long as you keep a handle on your affliction." He says, flatly, "I mean no offense, but I wouldn't wish to endanger my friends. This is a peaceful place, The Eldergleam holds significance to us, and we wish to keep violence away from here."