Ridiculous.<br/><br/>Fiona had come here to the city looking to trade some of her goods, converse about where good hunting ground would be around this time of year, and had gotten a decent haul. Today had been a good day overall. Until she had decided it was time to take her leave and return to camp before her father worried, then her mood became a bit sour. Though by now sour was probably an understatement as her annoyance grew. What had started out as a simple day had quickly become some huge commotion because some high and â€˜mightier than thouâ€™ assholes have decided that they wanted to cause a scene because of some potential threat looming over the city. Nobody was allowed in or out of the city and it was really irritating her to no end. Normally she was a pretty mild-tempered person but to have this shit happen was actually beyond irritating.<br/><br/>Perhaps if she hadnâ€™t been so tired it wouldnâ€™t have mattered, she would have a little more patience. This was starting to piss her off the more she sat around here. Literally every route out of the city was cut off. But when it came down to it she really couldnâ€™t stand people who needed to close off a whole city to show that they were â€˜betterâ€™ than everyone else. Just what the hell gives them the right to boss people around? They werenâ€™t the police force, nor did they have much authoritative power in general; they were civilians like everyone else, were they not? What she would give to break in a few skulls to show just how much she appreciated being stuck here. She sees enough of it during hunts. Some of her fatherâ€™s friends were like that and she has never liked being around them even if they were good hunters.<br/><br/>â€œRidiculous,â€ Fiona said out loud with a huff. This whole situation was pretty ridiculous. How long did she have to stay here, how long before they opened the roads again, waiting for some sort of positive sign? A few other people standing around waiting were also pretty upset with this situation. She was glad that she was not the only one; it made her feel less silly sitting here with a truck filled with goods that screamed â€˜come steal from me!â€™ Otherwise she really would look a bit silly, out of place with all of her equipment.<br/><br/>She was more than convinced country girl like her would never fit in with the big city crowds.<br/><br/>Leaning back against her seat she drummed her fingers lightly on the truckâ€™s wheel as she turned away from yet another blocked exit. Traffic was awful because of this lockdown. She contemplated spending the night at a hotel; it would be a hell of a lot better that just wandering around the city until something happened. She wondered if her father was worried about her at all. Fiona was not, and has never really been, a daddyâ€™s girl but she didnâ€™t want him to think something had happened to her. He probably was. She decided that she would look into contacting him somehow later, if she did go to a hotel for the night. How embarrassing it would be to have a search party come snatch her away because her father was worried sick. On second thought, that would get her the hell out of here and on to her next hunt.<br/><br/>Fiona was already beginning to get sick of this city. Making the decision to do something instead of sitting around she pulled the truck into a parking lot and went for a walk. Recalling that there was a convenience store a few blocks away from where she was, she brought her wallet along with her. The amount of money she made selling her goods was quite satisfactory. She didnâ€™t always make a ton of money, usually enough to get by, so she couldnâ€™t help but want to splurge a bit. Perhaps she could grab a bite to eat or something to pass the time, even if she was not really all that hungry. Her father wouldnâ€™t mind it either. When she turned the corner she was just in time to hear a low howl, followed by the sound of glass shattering and some murmurs here and there.<br/><br/>If that wasnâ€™t enough, someone right before her eyes, metal wolf following close behind, which she assumed was the source of the howl, had ripped out a piece of glass from her shoulder. She hadnâ€™t realized it but she was staring at them. Right then and there, she decided that the city was not a place for her. Short visits were fineâ€¦ but she had been here long enough.