<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yg0EHpF.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Alyssa Sturm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured, but not holding a shield.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Clearing, Mount Shasta<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Following along<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jesse, Megan<br/><hr/><br/>"Yes, yes, I know, of course. But it looks like a dog, does it not? And we must have some way to refer to it," Alyssa replied. She wondered about the cloth. Obviously, Megan hadn't been the one caught in the trap and it couldn't have been the woman at the cabin. So would could it have been? "Megan, have you seen someone else while you were on the way here? Someone who was wearing white pants, perhaps?" The coincidence was strange, that the sprung trap was right next to her fallen radio without being her that had been caught in it.