When the man turned, Salacia got a better view of him. The moonlight shone on him, showing his handsome features. Then she saw the crossbow aimed at her. Who did this 'Jason' think he was? Aiming such a pathetic weapon at her. Salacia preferred good old fashion fighting, with no weapons... unless you count teeth as a weapon. Shapeshifter that prefers to be a dog?! That's what the familiar scent was.. She sniffed the breeze again as it brought his scent to her... she crinkled her nose. Ugh. Handsome yet smells like a wet dog..<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"A woman like me?"</span>she laughed.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Pardon me, but I do not believe I need a man by my side to take a walk at night."</span>Salacia brought her feet back together and crossed her arms, feeling less threatened. Her eyes wandered up and down his figure. Hmmm...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What is a dog like yourself doing out here this late.. all alone?"</span>she spat the word 'dog'. Her eyes shifted from side to side, glancing around the area to make sure they were alone.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Don't you ... travel in packs?" </span>