Strolling through the woods, Gae whistled tunelessly to himself, feeling quite chipper. He had turned in a few mages, gotten some money and was that much farther along his goal. All was well in the world. That, and he was tracking an interesting little thing through the woods. He had found a ruined slaver caravan. A large group had gone off one direction, but the lone one interested him. Person or animal, tracks made it looks like both. Which might mean a mage.
As he got closer, he grew quiet, his movements sleek and well trained, bright green eyes scanning ahead. The prey was finally in sight, a good looking man, Gae's favorite kind, with ears and a tail. Well, well, what an exciting game of chase.
Murmuring softly, Gae called up the wind, sending a blast of air at the man, hoping it would be enough to blow him off balance and hold him down. At the same moment, Gae burst out of cover, hurling himself at the man.