Brian
"I believe every tale has a hint of truth to it, and this is no exception. Perhaps this beast was far more than fiction, even if stories of its might were exaggerated. Perhaps it had chosen to leave the village and live elsewhere in seclusion. Perhaps it was captured and slain. But we'll never truly know, will we?"

Ashnard mused sardonically between drags of his smoke pipe, letting himself relax at the sound of music and flickering flames. The raging blizzard outside slowly began to subside, with frigid shard no longer crashing violently against the cavern's entrance, making the snow-laden trees outside visible once more.
Andrew
``heh, the fact that we will never know is probably the thing we know the most, anyway, the blizzard seemed to have calmed, it would be a good time to lea-``

*As Williard took a better look outside, he saw something that would leave a chill down anyone's spine, no it wasn't the creature itself, it was much more mysterious, some weird humanoïd-like footprint where left in the snow near the cave, along side some circular mark,similar to what you'd see from rolling multiple balls in the snow but much more disorganised,the print weren't close enough so will or ash could see the being, but the being would've been in a close enough range to hear them talking*

``uhm... Is that just me seeing things or there is "Footprint"...?``
Brian
Setting down his smoke pipe to examine the footprint mark Williard spoke of, the dark beastkin stood up for his craggy seat. Walking towards the cave's entrance, he raised a brow as he regarded the abnormally large footprint before pulling a rather ornately designed arbalest holstered on his back. 

"Oh, you're not seeing things..."