It was mid-day in the land of Deliorum. Far off beyond the walls surrounding the kingdom, war waged on in the forests. But for now, in the Town Square of the kingdom, business was amiss in the Market and the battle cries far off in the woodlands were anything but heard to citizens. It was a normal day.<br/><br/>As it was for Violet, the lone wolf. By now, she was used to the bustle of the streets. Living in the markets wasn't so bad. She had her water. The food that fell on the ground. The occasional dogs that sniffed at her cage. Not so bad.<br/><br/>She had lived in her cage for about three days now. To be honest, Violet had lost count. She was tucked away under a black-smith's booth, the merchant always offering to sell her along with some of his own merchandise. To Violet's surprise, no one ever made a deal with the poor merchant. She wondered why. Was it because of her Twilight pack tattoo? From the stories that she heard, the Twilights were the strongest pack there was. Until they disappeared. Or was it her intimidating stare she would give the merchant's buyers? She usually did it just to poke some fun at them or to see how they reacted. But she never thought it was serious enough to dissuade anyone to buy her. Not that she wanted to be bought. She was tired of the same routine every day. She was eager to explore. What was so wrong with that?<br/><br/>She broke from her thoughts to peer at an individual milling about in the markets. His scent wafted through the air and something about it made her sit up in her cage. It was the forest on him. It reminded her of home. With Lyssia. Oh how she loved the smell.<br/><br/>To her delight, the merchant beckoned him over, calling out his usual jeers and sales to get the Huntsman to visit the booth. He obviously had an air of importance about him. It was only natural for him to catch the eyes of merchants. "Hey, you!" The merchant cried. "Care to look at my wares? I just got a good batch of coal, sturdy blades these are!"