Inside... well, not quite what she was expecting.  It was big inside,<em>very</em>big, and rather filled by comparison.  Chimney stove, large table, furs as a bed, and loads of books... everywhere it would seem.  Looking at the books, it's lycanthropy, divine magic, and-<br/><br/>She turns around at the voice, blade flitting out of her bracer as she faces a woman, her skin olive colored, hair cut short and impossibly white, and goddamn naked.  Cloth at hips and shoulders, ripped and torn... she was a lycanthrope if there ever was one, that was obvious.  Nice hips and a firm, perky bust too... delicious looking.  Lord, the fey must be affecting her sexual appetite if she's thinking that so much...<br/><br/>"Oh?  So it was<em>you</em>who left the footprints; you were watching us last night, weren't you?" she said with a smirk as she moved and slid her blade back in until it clicked into place "Little miss 'arctic wolf lycanthrope' hm?  I'm not an illusion, I promise you that.  So how about an intro?  I'm Lisra, scout and tracker, and I doubt your name is 'Arctic Fox'..."