Kyosera Blackpaw hated the rain.  It matted down her fur, stunted her sense of smell, it made it irritating and impossible to follow tracks or find game; her current goal.  It was almost useless, she thought, passing by a massive tree in the middle of a small clearing, following the tracks of a deer in the mud and soaked grass beneath.  She had to be quick about it or they'd disappear before she could even have a hope of finding the doe.<br/><br/>Sharp golden eyes roamed the forest's edge, keeping an eye out for the doe that was rather larger than she was.  But it was to sell, then again.  Her fur was matted down from the rainwater pouring down in sheets, the longbow in her left paw held tight.  She lightly scampered out from under the tree, mantled cloak being kicked out from beneath her two paws.  She twitched an ear, sharply perceiving a sound in the distance.  Someone shouting?<br/><br/>Hog's teeth.<br/><br/>Shouting would scare away the game.  People would scare away the game.  There would likely be no food tonight then.  No way to pay for another night at the inn.  Damn, and she was so close too, she could almost feel it down to her sodden tail.  She turned her muzzle towards the noise.  Northwards, and started stalking through the wood, taking care to place a paw on a tree and examine signs of humanoid passage.  She worked her jaw some, and furrowed her brow.  Someone was about to get an earful.<br/><br/>She stepped out into the open, and looked around, her eyes going wide when she saw the elf barreling towards her.