Devoria, sticking to her hunter's instincts, stayed close to the ground making sure her footsteps were as quiet as possible. Normally she has no trouble doing this, but the little tussle in the tavern nicked the heel on her boot a little bit, causing it to be slightly angled. Thus, she had to focus intensely on not losing her balance and alerting the prey.
Devoria, while looking for tracks came across a blood trail. She ran her finger along part of the trail and brought it up to her nose.
The blood is quite fresh, it doesn't even smell an hour old.
Following the trail, she started to hear flesh being torn apart. She slowed down to a snail's pace.
There's no way, it must be a stray animal, the contract couldn't be this easy.
As Devoria peered over the bush she was hiding, she saw him, Shyirin, matched the description and everything.
Devoria readied her bow, it became infused with moonlight, she steadied herself.
The moon arrow soared through the air a clear shot heading to the beast's heart.
Goddamit, stupid wind messed up my aim.