Her peaceful slumber was awoken by the terrified screams of townspeople, and the crash of hinges being torn off. She quickly rose out of bed, and ran over to the window. Throwing open the shutters she saw the chaos which was town square. People screaming, and running for what it seems their lives. She ran to her dresser grabbing her dagger and equipping her sheath to her thigh as she quickly ran downstairs and out the door. She stopped for a moment, trying to focus in on where the most blood curdling of screams were coming from. She started to run, and arrived at a house with no doors on the hinges. Her first sight into the house was fur, some caked with what it seemed to be blood. She unsheathed her dagger and slowly tried to approach it.