[/html]Ordinarily, she would have reverted to her four-legged form to hunt. It was simply easier for her to track and kill small animals that way, without the aid of cumbersome tools, in her most natural state. However, as she now had a horse she very much would like to keep, she wanted to be able to mount and ride at a moment's notice. But it seemed her search for a meal would be for naught regardless; the camp was not so far behind her when the rain came, suddenly and violently, as she knew it would.
The water came from the sky in heavy sheets, drenching her in an instant, her cloak clinging heavily to her slight frame. With the summer air still quite warm, the rain itself did not bother her so much as the fact that she would not eat that night. If she were more familiar with the area or had a trail she'd already found, it might have been different, but.
She thrashed instinctively, even before she fully registered that she had been tackled to the ground. Her face had been shoved unceremoniously into the mud, some heavy weight pinning her down from her back. Snarling ferociously, she pushed up from the ground with great effort, and tried to close her jaws around whatever part of her attacker was nearest.
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