Ayame Minamino trudged up the hill a walking stick in hand. These hills and valleys were murder on the feet. She should have bought a horse and ridden him here. She finally saw the village and smiled happily. She had her long black hair in a braided ponytail. Ayame quickened her pace towards the village, seeing a young woman painting at the edge of the woods. She walked towards the young woman to warn her about the lycans in the area.