<div class="floatright"><strong>Waywocket</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426309)<br/>(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/i/InCase/384359/InCase-384359-Alfie_chapter_6_cover.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 15 | <strong>AC:</strong> 14 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Religion, Perception, <br/>Survival, Medicine   | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Intelligence, Wisdom   | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Unarmed 1d4+2, Quarterstaff 1d6+2<br/>Dagger 1d4+2</div><br/><br/>Wren's kiss to the brow drew a bright smile and a tightening of the hug before Waywocket bounced off to help the others of the group as they made their way across.<br/><br/>With her pack once more upon her back and her staff in hand she follows along with the group, the practically lifeless and frost covered trees drawing a frown from her even as she scampered along. The increase in snow does little to halt her wanderings to peer at the trees,  her small form bouncing paths through the thickening snow. The falling snow and the warming from the spying stones plays havoc with her dress, the white material soaking through and growing quite transparent as it clings to her form. Her lack of undergarments is clearly displayed by the clinging fabric, each bouncing step shaking the mounds of her breasts while the puffy areola that hide her inverted nipples show through the sodden garment.<br/><br/>The noise brings her back to the group, letting the larger forms of her comrades shield her somewhat from the wind. "Is the cold enough to break the trees?" Leaning around Valthos she peers up the path looking for Jalna's form. "Or is something else going on?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Perception Check Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112079)</div></div>