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((Once again, I got carried away and wrote too much! You don't have to read it if you don't wanna, cause here's the summary: Tyr killed a deer, and brought it back.))

With a slight smile sent towards the group Tyr headed out on her own, not even feeling worried this time; Ferghall was in safe hands and for something as easy as hunting she didn't need to worry so much about running into trouble. She had been so scared earlier because she had known she was going ointo danger, but with the sick feeling long gone from her stomach, Tyr knew she was safe and sound and back in her comfort zone. Sure, she was alone with Ferghall, but she knew he was hurt and needed his rest; and besides, she wasn't truly alone so that eliminated that fear.

Once out of range of the light of the campfire, Tyr tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and inhaled a deep breath of clean night air. It was more for just the beauty of it, though, she was using her inhanced senses to seek out some kind of prey nearby. At first all she could smell was the clean, fresh air, the forest, and the musky scent of her nearby fox friend, but with a little bit of focus Tyr was able to pick out the familar scents of nearby rabbits.

Too small. There are a lot of people in the group now, and I'm pretty sure most of them will eat a lot, especially the dragon-girl and the minatour, so I'd better scent out something bigger. She opened her eyes and paused a moment, allowing them to adjust to the darkness; with her naturally good eyesight, the bright moon above, and her hieghtened senses she could see almost as well as Ferghall could at night, well, without the blurry vision he had because he was a fox, and the color blindness...

Carefully she made her way forward, her feet more silent than the wind rustling over the fallen leaves on the path; there were many advantages to being small, and one was that you didn't have to try so hard to be silent. For the group Tyr knew she was going to have to take down something big, most likely a large stag, not that she would go after a doe anyway: she just couldn't handle killing someting that could look at you with big brown innocent eyes. For a moment Tyr pauses again and frowned, wondering what it was about brown eyes that made her stop in her tracks, and then she continued on again, shaking off the silly thought.

The sudden overpowering scent of a male deer led her off, following a path of rubbings he had made on trees. As soon as she could confirm that it was a deer, Tyr was going to break into a sprint and have him down and out before he would even know what hit him. Killing fast and swift and painless was the only way to do it, it would break her heart if she caused the poor thing pain before it died.

Then out of the darkness there he was, a stag bigger than any Tyr had ever seen back home, probably so big from being so out of the way from hunters. The moonlight glinted off of his antlers, it shone in his fur like streaks of gold, and the muscles rippled beneath his skin as he bent his head to drink. It would be sad to see him go, but he was old enough he should have passed on those genes by now, so she slowly poulled her dagger out and crouched back slightly to give her more leverage for the pounce.

For one brief second Tyr wasn't Tyr anymore; gone were the wide blue eyes, gone was the look of worry on her face, in it's place Tyr had turned into something more closely related to the animals she had always loved: her eyes were narrowed and there was a hungry almost predatory look in her eyes. In the next instant she had swung into motion, dashing out of the branches so fast they didn't even have time to snap back before she'd already hit the stag full on, dagger slicing through his neck and spinal cord before he could even register that the wind had shifted.

She sat there in the small clearing by the tiny stream for awhile, gutting the deer on the spot like she had been taught to do; lest one of the organs break inside while she dragged it back and spoil the flesh. It didn't take her long, after all, she was almost an expert at this by now and her dagger was sharp; it sliced cleanly and quickly, and she was done before the predatory look could completely fade from her eyes.

Task finished, Tyr cleaned her dagger and smiled as if nothing had just happened, just as bright and as happy as when she had left the camp. Grabbing the staggs back legs she procedded to drag him back towards camp, having to work a bit harder because he was so large but feeling immensly proud of herself.

((There is a random bit of information in this though that I just for some reason made up on the spot: Apparently, Tyr likes brown eyes. Don't ask me why, it just happened! Oh, and I know this seems like a lot all at once, but I figure this would probably take like... an hour RP time, so... Tyr won't be back for a little while.))

Rorsch was startled when one of them noticed him; usually he was so silent and still among the trees that even the animals of the forest didn't notice him. Ahh, but smell got him every time.
He pulled back from the treeline, out of reflex, but he relaxed again as he saw them begin to carry on with regular activites. Were those two...playing? With a shrug, Rorsch stepped out of the trees.
He wore light leather pads over his shoulders and torso, but the leather was open at the chest to reveal a wall of muscle. He finished it all of with a fur loincloth that hung to just below his knees. An absolute giant of a man, Rorsch stood nearly 7 feet tall. His gigantic war hammer was leaned casually against his shoulder, but his neither his stance nor his expression was hostile.
"Um...hello?" he said, his quiet voice carrying well in the clearing.

Rorsch cringed a bit at the howl, but he couldn't help smiling at their antics. Unsure of how to proceed, he stayed where he was.

Luniya raised an eyebrow at the new person, "Hey there. Whats your name?" she asked as she moved in closer to Elgarez. She let out a long howl, after which she was hoping she didn't frighten the newcomer. Luniya had noticed how he flinched at Elgarez's howl.

"Don't you like to play Elgarez?" She started dashing left and right and came so close to him that their noses were almost touching. "Never hesitate on an attack Elgarez," she said with a smirk.

He was speechless at the hospitality they were already offering him. They didn't even know if he was an enemy yet. They must be powerful if they were that secure, to invite a stranger to camp with them.
He took a step and the other woman howled. This time he couldn't help clapping his hands over his ears. When she finished, he walked quickly over to the fire and sat down close to it, rubbing his ears.
"My name is Rorschin Karndell. I'm from the mountains of the far North." He spoke to Flint, since his voice was quiet and the others probably couldn't hear while they were busy doing their thing.

Luniya wrinkled her nose and turned around to stand on two feet. "I wouldn't say I have control, but I know when I changed and am aware of what I do. I just can't stop myself from doing certain things," she said with her down circling the grass with her foot. She watched the new guy sit next to Flint. She squinter her eyes at him, she didn't howl that loud to the point where he had to cover his ears.

Ashe covered her eyes too late. The flash of light temporarily blinded her. She felt the shadow hand grab her leg and jerked her upside down. "No kidding," she said as the spots in her eyes receded. She then laughed. "I've got a ways to go. My father can create a wind so strong it could cut a mountain in half and you couldn't see the cut unless you knew where it was." While she was talking she had sent a small thin string of wind behind Usrah and had it wrap around his legs. She pulled it, trying to trip him. "You might have heard of my father. Adrock Windsong?"