<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/LittleFoxAvi.jpg)</div>Name: Little Fox Who Calls Winter<br/>Race: Half-elf<br/>Class: Sorceress<br/>Location: Outside of Snowguard<br/>Time: Late Evening.<br/>Tagged: Missy, Goblins<br/><hr/><br/>Little Fox had taken to walking behind her sled.  Without the thick blanket of moonlit snow under its runners it was harder on her little team of dogs to mush, so she walked, letting the dogs pick out the small trail through the thick woods in the late night.  Little Fox could have stopped for the night, but she knew the Empire town of Snowguard was close and had thought the risk of travel was less than the risk of camping away from the sight of the town walls.<br/><br/>Little fox had been to Snowguard a handful of times, first with her parents to trade furs and snarlseal skin clothing, then with her teacher to warm the town leaders of lean winters and roving raiders and now on her own, in search of answers in this faraway place to questions she did not know how to ask.  She had no money with her, it has little use in the Northern Hills, so she would have to trade or work if she chose to stay within the town walls, but she was a Shaman of the North and knew how to live off these oft frozen lands.  She would find a camp site if need be and wait for morning to come.<br/><br/>Her sled broke through the gradually thinning forest and the glittering of stars and moon cast the fields surrounding the city in a cold silver glow.  Little Fox paused to breath deep the night air and say a greeting to the stars that twinkled back at her.  She was happy to see them again away from the forest canopy.  The spirits here were different she remembered her old teacher telling her, taking an interest in the lives of mortals in a way those of the north did not.  They were forever linked to the scurries and worries of the ever changing towns of the Empire.  They called the spirits of the north wild, but the spirits of man were the unpredictable ones.<br/><br/>At the moment the spirits were quite as were the creatures than buzzed in the night of civilization.  That was wrong.  “When the forest stills, danger approaches,” she had been told and Little Fox had listened.  She had not always done, but she had always listened.  The silence of the night was broken by the sounds of a startled Bull, one of the beasts the Children of the Empire used for work their fields.  Her dogs heads turned as one and whined and yipped at the disturbance.  She clicked her tongue and they quieted, but their ears remained tall and pointed, ever alert and interested in distant commotion.<br/><br/>Little Fox, always curious hopped to her sled and with a yip, yip she slid through the night towards the small shadowy figures scrambling through the dark and the enraged beast running after them.  For a moment she could swear she heard a barking laughter before the screams of goblin fright filled the night air.<br/>