Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140103051911/@comment-10324268-20140518001909

Irowin sighed as she sat in ANOTHER tree that day. The search for the beowolves had been unfruitful so far, but she hoped they would find them soon. She was getting tired off sitting in trees for hours on end.

She pulled an Ice Dust arrow out of her quiver and nailed a rabbit from 200 yards. Even the comical struggling of the rabbit rying to get out of the ice wasn't enough to entertain her. She was just about to call out to Nevaeh when sh esaw a flash of black out of the corner of her eye.