['Of course.....the night I go on a hunt, the rain decides to pour as hard as it could...']<br/><br/>Emma tread the muddy forest floor vigorously as she tried to get a decent view of her surroundings.  The trees were starting to blend in with the droplets of rain that hailed down on the hunter.  She tugged slightly on her soaked red hood to keep her head covered as she continued her hike.<br/>Stopping now was not an option, but neither was hunting.  She could barely hear anything above the squishing of the mud beneath her boots and the thunder that roared in the sky.  Hunting was not an option in these conditions, but if she decided to camp then the cold would probably chill her to the bone.<br/><br/>The young hunter had been gathering information on the mysterious murders surrounding multiple wolf attacks in a small farming village all day. She usually saved the night for hunting, giving her a likelier chance of seeing a wolf. Tonight, however, luck was not in her favor. If she wanted to survive the night without hiking all the way back to the village, she needed to find shelter, FAST.<br/>And that was when it seemed like a glimmer of hope had shone through for Emma. She could spot what looked to be like a small hut off in the distance.<br/><br/>A wave of relief ran throughout her body as she quickly made her way over to the small shelter.  It seemed like it was very damaged and old from the feel of the wood.  But, a light was shining inside, so it had to mean someone was living there.<br/>Hiding her weapons away beneath her jacket, Emma knocked lightly on the door.  Hopefully whoever lived here would sympathize her and take her in for the night.<br/><br/>She knocked once again, "excuse me?  Is anyone home?" She asked out loud, hoping for a response.