Judy
*Another day, another hunt...*

*After the exciting anti-smuggler operation the other day, Sirdan decided to venture into the forest for a hunt. Perhaps he would catch a stag this time, and bag home some delicious meat to cook - and save himself some precious silver..*

*He walked around slowly with his horse, his own stealth aura masking his presence slightly. He held a spear in his hand, in case he ran into any unwanted animal. He examined the forest floor carefully, trying to find the track of a deer.*
Joseph
*There were certainly tracks of a weirder variety, sparse from where he started along with the other tracks telling him of deer and other small game. Noticeably larger then the others, possibly even bigger than a bears paw, it led in the same direction of the deer. It was fresh, much more distinct compared to the other tracks.*
Judy
*Sirdan led his horse by the rein, and then whispered to him,*"What do you smell?" *The horse just let out a neigh, not giving a crap about what Sirdan is trying to find... Besides, it isn't exactly a predator animal.*

*Sirdan shook his head, following the tracks, walking slightly faster than its owner. Is this some sort of predator..?*
Joseph
*The tracks continued to increase, along with the others with the same pattern as before. Broken twigs and the like also adorned the path he was following, both in the steps of whatever it was and all around.

Maybe whatever it was had been hunting, like he had planned to before coming across this weirder instance.*
Judy
*Sirdan followed quicker, looking around alertly, peering over his horse in case he is ambushed by a predator. This should just be a bear... And a bear he can handle alright... Probably. Steel skin helps.*
Joseph
*Quicker and quicker, the tracks began to mimic one another in the fresh factor, being a little more frenzied from either. It seemed that no longer was it passive hunting, a bit of a chase had began. With each step getting closer to the possible source of either, there as shuffling up ahead into a little bit of a more open clearing.

Red decorated some of the ground he had seen before him and at the point he was now, there was just obvious evidence of the stag being dragged into where the noise was coming from.*
Judy
*"A struggle"* 

*It seems his prey(?) has managed to catch up with his original, intended target. This must be a predator. He debated whether to switch to his bow, and decided against it, rationalizing that if the predator charged him, he would definitely want his spear in his hand...

He pushed pass a small brush toward the source of the noise, his spear held at the ready. He squinted his eyes and focused on the source, trying to distinguish what kind of creature is it.*
Joseph
*Crouching under the cover of the tree was a large black figure, with crimson red easily seeable, leading to it. Whatever is was in the distance was tearing into a dead stag.

This predator seemed to not pay him any mind if it knew he was even there as it was too focused on eating. It wasn't hard to spot... But it didn't really make sense to the eye since... Other pelts also adorned the said predator in question.*
Judy
*So many pelts... Is this a humanoid?* 

*That was the first thought that came to his mind. But no humanoid tears into a stag like this. A sense of fear filled his heart. Did he discover some sort of unholy abomination...?

He left his horse away, gripping his spear tightly as he approached the predator, and then took a left turn, trying to get a clear look on it. He mentally recited the procedure for casting steel skin on himself. That will save him. That'll save him for sure..*
Joseph
*Upon closer inspection, whatever it was on all fours, but most likely humanoid like he assumed... But it was a rather weird perversion of typical life around.

It had hair... Through rather dirty with leaves and the like going through it, that transitioned well to really large ears. Red seemed to color it's black fur as he looked closer, messing with it's forearms leading down to clawed hands... More than just two even. A long tail, limp against the ground only twitched every so often. Nothing more could really be gained from the inspection then, as it's back was still towards the Elf.

It hadn't noticed anything's wrong yet, but it was in high alert while eating.*
Judy
*Sirdan continued the circling, walking slowly to avoid alerting the creature. It had four arms... Black fur, disheveled hair, tail. It looked... Somewhat like a cat like creature of some sort. Yet something's just wrong with this creature. He... Has never seen one like it before..

He moved to her left, possibly entering the field of her peripheral vision. Wait, didn't he see this thing run away from him before?*
Joseph
*As he kept circling, trying to be out of their range he could tell fur from skin, but even then it was rather dark. Their features, if not hidden by messy hair, matched that of a Felinid. It most definitely wore pelts as it was now extremely obvious, along with the trademark wicked claws they all seemed to sport.

As he kept turning to be into their view, for the first time, the creature looked up and it's eyes were golden and slitted. Eye contact was made just for a brief moment before it was broken just as quickly as it had been made. Frozen while it's head was lifted from the kill, slowly it made itself bigger, with another feature coming to rise.

Two tentacles of long length rose from it's back and spread out a bit in the air. Trying to make themselves look bigger when in reality... They were more than afraid. Despite this showing, visible shivering shook it's body, not knowing what they could possibly want.*
Judy
*The archer examined her up and down. This... Normally, he would call Felinid cute. But the demeanor of this thing was anything but cute. Disheveled, like the beggar he saw on his way out to the forest today. A terrifying look matched with a wild man's dressing.*

**It noticed him.**

*He opened his mouth, gasping as he steeled himself, not literally, no, not yet. This creature is... Shaking, shivering. This is not what he expected. This... Is a felinid, a wild one.*

*He stared at the creature, breathing in and out as he debated his next action... Say... Hello?*

"You... Hello?" *He blurted.*
Joseph
*Being spoken to made her ears flatten as best they could... Which wasn't much at all but it was a noticeable difference. She didn't stand up fully, as that most likely would cause conflict, so she stayed down and inched backwards while keeping her stance.

All of her instincts told her to run before more was said, before he used his weapon to hurt her more. If he wanted the kill, he could have it! Hugging two of her arms to her sides, she retreated in a lumbering but quick motion, going behind the tree that was currently giving her shade so she could show that she didn't want to contest the dead stag. From behind there, her golden eyes stared at him, the Felinid shivering all the while she looked at him.*
Judy
*Sirdan let out a sigh of relief. This predator wasn't much of a predator after all. It seems it was a shy feral man - wait, no, woman, left behind by someone here in an accident. She looked shy. 

He released the grip of his lower hand from his spear, and placed it in an upright position, standing up straight instead of half-crouched, to show a lack of hostilities in him. The amount of terror he was causing her was enough to convince him he won't be attacked.*

"I am talking to you... Hello? Do you speak Standard?" *He sure as hell hoped she spoke Silnari Standard... If not, perhaps animal speech works?*
Joseph
*Large ears twitching once more behind the tree, she did understand what he was saying. Wandering around had it's sort of perks... Though still... She wasn't the best at communication to begin with. Since his stance had relaxed, he wasn't as intimidating, but still she didn't trust it. There was no reason to. Not leaving the barrier between her and this elf, Kyo uttered something out so he wouldn't take offense.*

"Y-Yes... Standard.." *She managed that before closing her mouth and letting the elf internalize it. Rather low and guttural was her voice as she didn't need to speak often at all. If he got any closer than he was, her head would retreat and audible scraping could be heard, her claws digging into the bark like a sort of death grip from this nightmare.*