Shadowfang moved with ease through the mountain terrain tracking a thief that stole his valueable Ancient Nordic Pickaxe. As he ran through a valley, a smell caught his attention. He stopped to smell the scent more and thought to hisself. 'Elf, no. Human, no. Animal, no. I don't know what it is but I can tell it is a female. So it cant be the him.' As he looked up ahead saw a figure climbing the rockface. As the figure reached the top he released that is what he smelled. Blood rushed through his veins and he knew if he remained here his instincts would take over and he would most surely kill the woman. So he allowed her to move then he continued to hunt the thief.<br/><br/>With haste, Shadowfang continued the hunt. He knew that the thief wouldn't be far ahead of him but the thing was that Markarth was up ahead and Shadowfang wouldn't be able to enter the city without some one trying to kill him. When that thought crossed his mind he began to run even faster by running on all fours. His swords were strapped to there sheaths so they wouldn't fall out while he ran and the sheaths were tied together near the points to keep them out of the way of his legs. His back pack bounced up and down on his armor making like a hand on a drum.<br/><br/>OCC<br/>OK I have finished my first post.