[It is cold in the night woods of Alenroux. Cold enough that even with her higher base body temperature Hayame can feel it, even if it’s nothing compared to chill that could actually sicken her, nothing compared to the snows of Mt. Tsurugi or the ice of the Scorched Isles.
She finds only paltry prey. Only small monsters the like anyone (well) could take care of. A tanuki-like creature that looks too straggly to make good meat.
Something does wheel ahead, though, temporarily blotting out the moon.
For a moment, she thinks it might be Claude abroad the back of that dragon-like mount of his. She even thinks that perhaps he-
When she looks up, though, the shape is wrong.
She condemns herself for the weakness and turns her eyes back to the wood.]
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She finds only paltry prey. Only small monsters the like anyone (well) could take care of. A tanuki-like creature that looks too straggly to make good meat.
Something does wheel ahead, though, temporarily blotting out the moon.
For a moment, she thinks it might be Claude abroad the back of that dragon-like mount of his. She even thinks that perhaps he-
When she looks up, though, the shape is wrong.
She condemns herself for the weakness and turns her eyes back to the wood.]