<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Kon, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An answering howl came only moment after her own. She identified it easily enough as Kon, a light smile touching her lips at the sound. He would be headed toward her position, if she stayed in place long enough. Yet ever as the moments passed, there was nothing from Astir. It wasn't unusual for the others, particularly Son' Lahleli, to remain quiet on the hunt, Astir<em>always</em>answered. Smile slipping into a frown, she lifted her head to scent the air. Snow, animal musk, and a hint of Kon. No Astir.<br/><br/>Ts'itu rolled her shoulders and shook out her arms. It was time to track down her third. Kon could catch up. Yet even as she thought that, Kon came into the clearing. He came to a halt near her, a small smile on his lips. She listened with only half a mind as he asked after her welfare, though she noted that he said her name with a gentle gruffness that was unusual for him. That was enough to cause her to turn her head and face him fully, green eyes sparkling like flame. "I'm well enough, but I've a feeling Astir might not be."<br/><br/>As if to punctuate her statement, a warning howl that sounded about a mile off pierced the cold air. "Sounds like we've got company," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. A wicked grin that promised blood lit her features. She always looked vaguely savage, but with such an expression she transformed into something absolutely feral. She yanked the simple deerskin dress she'd been wearing off in a single smooth motion and tossed it to the ground before kicking off her boots.<br/><br/>The transformation slammed through her until she was on all fours, tail wagging lightly and nose sniffing at the air. She picked up Astir's scent, along with an unfamiliar Tikaani one. She grabbed the boots and dress up in her jaws. It would be awkward to run this way, but she didn't much care. Her muscles bunched powerfully beneath her fur as she took off.