Teska Ahnleh, better known as Shadowfoot the fox shapeshifter, shook her head irratibly as the rain drenched her dark hair, plastering the wet strands to her skull. She hated being wet. And she hated rain. Yeah, plants needed rain to survive, without rain there won't be sunshine, blah blah blah. She was an assassin, not a monk, and while darkness was good cover and rain also good cover, it made firing arrows and fighting considerably harder.
She padded along the forest silently. The shapeshifter was in her human form today, with dark hair that fell almost to her waist, tanned skin and a slender graceful figure. Still, her eyes swere a strange pale amber, her ears sharper than a human's and she seemed to have too much teeth that were unnaturally pointed, which was quite unsettling.
Shadowfoot squinted, trying to make out the path ahead of her. Overhead, the sky was rapidly darkening. She shivered, rubbing her arms. She could grow a coat of warm, thick fur, but that would get drenched too. Besides, she wanted to stay in human form for now. There were some who hunted foxes in this area, after all, not knowing if they were true foxes or merely shapeshifters. The imbeciles.
Then, she heard the sound of someone in pain. Shadowfoot quickened her pace. She was no healer, and would not have known what to do had she came across that person. Likely she would just rob him then leave.
She turned around a bend, and discovered that the road suddenly vanished. Or perhaps it was just too dark. The shapeshifter swore, and suddenly, the sounds of the wounded person seemed closer.
Shadowfoot looked around uneasily, chose a random direction, then began walking.
A few minutes later, she came across a peculiar scene.
A boy was lying on the ground, with some dark liquid that looked like blood all around him. A woman was crouched over the boy.
Shadowfoot wondered what had happened.
