Perhaps it would seem peculiar, at least at one time or another it would have, to see a beast carrying a pack and no human guiding it. Now a-days, perhaps that was not so weird. Times were getting worse and worse and no amount of optimism would change that fact. Optimism like that was how you tended to end up dead on the other side anyway, or enslaved. Which was worse with the Shade King's rule? Probably the perversion of servitude. Every time she wandered she tried to redirect herself. By now you could feel the stretching hand of this tyrant slowly, slowly creeping it's way towards you. A more unwelcome bedmate never could exist as this writhing blackness.<br/><br/>She gave a throaty sigh as she trotted along, 4'3 at shoulder in this shape with a thick neck and dappled fur she was listening. People have been running further 'inland' from the shade king's present reach. She considered it inland because even if it meant running to the sea you were running into lands that at least you could possibly survive in. A distant yell catches her round topped ears, the black tips quiver as she stands and listens. She catches the edge of whatever the person said a 'ready' chimes in her ears. So it was male, and talking to someone or something else and sounded like it would be alright. Shifting into her normal form she stretches and rummages in her pack removing her clothes to put them on. It's a simple brown tunic and lighter brown pants with a black belt. Sure it did not match, but who was she suppose to be impressing again?<br/>She slid her hunting knife into her belt and left the Bola in it's place in her pack. She would hate to loose that weapon, it was her favorite and had been hard to find, she could always get another knife. In no hurry she picks her track through the woods. The yell was very distant to her ears, had she been in human form she would have never heard it. Digging into her pack as she saunters along, looking relaxed but aware she finds some dried deer jerky and chew it while she goes.