<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hildr Trueshot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Whiterun: Local Wilderness<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Hildr Trueshot kept as quiet as she could be, sticking to the edge of a thick wooded area. Her heavy steel armor didn't lend itself very well to stealth, but her quarries weren't exactly known for the keen senses and intellects, so she figured she would be fine as long as she kept a healthy distance. She had been searching the region since sunrise, and had found little until now.  Some tracks caught her eye in her search, giant footprints were hard to mistake. They were fresh, and giants were slow, lumbering beasts. She was confident these tracks would lead her to their source. Still, she didn't seem very proud of her efforts, if anything, her expression was one of grim boredom.<br/><br/>Hildr wasn't exactly a terrible fan of scouting missions, they were dull and uneventful at best, and disastrous and lethal at worse, and there was little middle ground. A successful mission meant nothing happened and she returned home with information, a failed mission meant the target spotted her and she got smushed into a bloody smear on the ground, without having the support to actually take on her target. She joined the companions for the thrill of battle, the rush of steel clashing against steel, and the utter joy of proving oneself superior to those fool enough to try and stand their ground against her. She did not join so she could track down some beasts and then do nothing, and return home. Still, she didn't complain, not vocally at least. She knew well enough to know that the dull tasks were important, she merely wished she didn't have the be the one to do them.<br/><br/>As each heavy footstep pressed into the snow, she brought herself a step closer to being done with this. Perhaps she'd have herself a bottle of mead back at Jorrvaskr when she was done, to celebrate completing such a tedious task. The wind beat against her, seemingly pushing her back, as if even nature was trying to make this more difficult for her. It was fairly chilly, but if her nord blood didn't prepare her for that, the comfortable fur lining her armor did the trick just fine. The woman was certainly prepared for combat if it did come her way, regardless of the nature of her mission. On top of the steel armor she wore, she also carried a bow, a quiver of arrows, a sword, a shield and a silver dagger, just in case she were attacked by something not-quite living. Of course, if it was her lumbering quarry that got the jump on her, she knew her best bet was simply to run, and perhaps pelt it with arrows as she fled, but she was the sort to be prepared for any situation, at least the best she could.