Ramona
The road seemed clear so early in the morning, the newborn sun kissing the green fields ahead. To welcome its pleasant shimmer, birds gathered on the trees the path hid between. They sang a majestic serenade in sync, brightening the mood like the dawn. No one but Juna and her pet could be heard.

Silence followed once the jackal distanced himself from his owner and got lost in the nearby woods. Juna enjoyed the peace spawned by nature. That was, until she was surprised. Something swiftly zoomed past her, its rapid movement causing a whistle. It whizzed by her being, so close that the tiny wind current it carried with its motion fanned Juna's hair back.
**Thud!**
Juna could hear the object drill into the tree besides her. If she turned to observe, she would see an arrow - its wooden base still rattling erratically as a consequence from its impact. The shot arrived from her right, where woods could camouflage assailants. Any normal person would reckon it impossible to find out who did the shooting. Yet she was no normal person.

With her predatory eyes she spot it - an iron shaft, protruding from a bark a few trees back. It reflected the sunshine subtly with its tip, which was enough exposure for the canifor. Juna was out in the open, any cover too far away. She appeared out of options, save for sprinting away with hope that she'd survive.

"Ah!" A high pitched moan echoed from the shooter's location, their weapon banging against the grass. A gloved hand stretched from out the corner, the fingers trembling fiercely in a plead for help. It struggled some more before it numbed, collapsing in the end. A new stench would overwhelm the surroundings, one in particular that a hunter would be quick to recognize - **Blood**.

The path quieted down. With muffled steps a new figure appeared. They carried the body, slumped over their shoulder with no sign of resistance. The same glove from before was on its hand. A deep wound bled from its neck, not much else recognizable from that distance. As for the carrier, they were tall. Their looks were unreadable for a lengthy dark cloak covered their person and a black coif - their face. 

They moved the body, blood leaking a trail behind. After reaching Juna their face was easy enough to see - she had a talent to see in the dark after all. It was a man who had flawless skin, a quality analogous to silnari, and glossy brown eyes that portrayed a sense of innocence. He had a rather sharp jawline and a gloomy expression. A strong aroma emanated from him, sweet and soft like lavender. With each breath it would assuage more, giving the already charming man even more appeal.

With a faint spring of his legs he flung the fetched one off of his shoulder and onto the ground between them. The body was a woman, who differed with naught to a plain forest bandit. Judging by the injury she suffered, she was most likely a corpse by now.

The newcomer spoke in a soft growl. *"Even hunters get in trouble sometimes, hm?"* He bowed his head elegantly. *"Lucien."* The man raised his head again, keeping his hood on.
William
*Juna had froze upon the moment as the arrow flew past her, dangerously close to have missed something fatal. She had to react, quick, and yet she didn't. Bringing herself to turn in the direction the arrow flew, she caught sight of the weapon used for murderous intent. The owner of it, however, remained parallel to which the arrow had landed. Her ears turned back as she heard the sound of scuffling on the other side of the path only for it to be followed by the metallic scent of blood. She scrunched up her nose, not out of sickening sense of it, but rather from the knowledge that it most likely came from anything other than an animal she could have simply hunted. 

That's when she saw it or rather him. A rather tall figure coming into view of her with the culprit upon his shoulders before flinging the corpse to the ground with a seeming lack of care. Her gaze traveled down to the bloodied bandit before it climbed up to meet the face of her supposed rescuer. Shielded by a hood, it appeared, though it didn't hide much of his facial features from her.

The strong scent from him drowned out her nose, causing what would have been a more sense of calm over her had not the action that had taken place before happened. Who was this strange newcomer that managed to save her at the right moment? To her point of view, it could have minor coincidence, that is if she gave him the benefit of the doubt. However, that didn't leave her wondering if she just got caught in the middle of a fight already occurring. That seemed to happen a lot around here, maybe it was best that she remained cautious.*

*She watched as the man bowed, speaking his name in such elegance that left her wondering if she was meant to do the same. Should she bow and introduce herself as well or perhaps thanking him would be better. Her ears fell back on her head, a type of bow in her own way yet lacking in the elegance department.*

"I... Don't know what to say..." *She said quietly, with a silent pause that followed. From a distant, the rapid beating of paws could be heard, signifying that Jace had found the stick again which Juna could only guess what would come of him once the blood scent reached.*

"I... Guess I should have payed attention more..." *She finished with a lack of defense for her carefree behavior in a world that didn't encourage it. Juna should have been more watchful, that at least was true. However, Jace was the only one of the duo who would always transfix himself with being on guard around everyone he meets.*
Ramona
The man inspected the canifor in more detail, from her figure and apparel to her demeanor and reactions. Lucien smirked in response to her awkward bow, amused by her infantile aura. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. *"This isn't a test, there isn't something specific you need to say."* The hooded one slightly tilted his head once he heard the steps of paws, yet focused on Juna shortly after. *"You're an innocent one, aren't you? Perhaps start with your name."*

He raised his chin slightly once he finished, expecting her answer attentively. With her enhanced sight of the dark, she could study his face clearly. If she looked the other in the eyes, she would notice a temporary shift, unnatural in its design. Their gleaming brown color burned dark for a moment, impulsively so. They had transformed completely, black in color with a faint tint of violet. That was all temporary, for a moment after it returned to brown. The process didn't seem intentional, perhaps a mishap due to various reasons Lucien's face remained deadpan, as if all that happened was a fruit of Juna's imagination.

The jackal announced his approach, yet he was not the only one. Clip-clop sounded from their side, for a few moments later another being entered the scene. A glorious black stallion walked his way towards them slowly. His muzzle was straightened upright, pushing his chest out proudly. The horse carried a saddle, a bag and a long curved blade by its side. It neighed towards Lucien and came to a stop. Its black mane bent sideways by the light morning breeze, blowing the hair that covered his radiant black eyes away. If Juna knew her way around hourses it would be easy to guess that his breed was a courser.

After hearing her out, supposing that she gave an answer, the male approached the mount and raised his hand. Slithering past the edges of the cloak, his grey sleeved hand scratched the horse's nose teasingly, the animal pushing against the palm playfully in response. Lucien then moved to its side and hauled himself onto its back with help of the stirrup. He grunted quietly upon landing on top, a thump of steel resounding in sequence. He held onto the leashes and tapped his boot into the horse's side. The creature grumbled in response and walked forward slowly. It froze next to Juna. Lucien reached his hand out to her, smiling genuinely. *"I see that you were going to the town nearby. I have work there, I can drop you off if you'd like."*
William
*'Innocent one?' The thought had crossed her mind as he had said it, causing an irritable twitch of her ear. Though as true as it might be, she wouldn't like to see herself end up with such a reputation. Maybe staying in the forest was a good idea for her, seeing as whenever she leaves, a problem always stirs up. Though she wouldn't speak out, she was never the one to in a moment like this. Instead, she quietly responded with:*
 
"My name... It's... Juna..." *As she said that, her Jackal would come into view, catching sight of them. The stick in his jaws instantly fell to the ground as he would let out a low growl to both Lucien and now the horse who had made its way over here.

Juna bent down to pick up her Jackal and pet him atop his head, which of course would only serve to encourage his feeling of aggression to this newcomer, however she hoped the calm demeanor would be enough to get him to relax in her arms.*

*She looked up at the horse as it drew close to her, finding herself taking a couple of steps back. It wasn't her first time coming across one of these rather large creatures, though she had never found herself coming ever so close to one. As she saw him hold his hand out to her, she lowered her gaze and said:*

"Sorry I just... I've never rode on a... Horse before..." *She said, with pauses in between her words as if she had to think it over. A quick trip to town would be nice, though she already saw what had happened the moment she had let her guard down. The horse seemed friendly enough though, despite the strange aura this newcomer was giving off. Juna couldn't quite put her finger on it. It wasn't the scent or the tone, or frankly his appearance. Though he seemed off in some way, something to which remained somewhat hidden below his hooded self. Part of Juna was telling her maybe it was best that she went her own way, though the other part said that there could be other assassins out here with her quickest way to town being an arms' reach away.*

"I... Don't know..." *She said debatably to both herself and Lucien.*