If you don’t mind me assuming, could we say that this takes place after Breakdown? (http://www.soulsrpg.com/ipb/index ... opic=24305 ) What kind of bird is Renee?
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Neela picked her way through the trees, her left arm down by her side to try and reduce the amount of branches that caught on the fabric. Despite Neela's mistreatment of the wound she had somehow avoided infection, though the wound itself hadn't closed back up yet and had bled a small red patch onto the fresh bandages she had applied.
Neela was cleaner now, her mind more sound and her anger restrained once more within the fortress of locks and countermeasures she had created within her own mind. Her encounter with Jace had done the red-hued woman a lot of good, though it hadn't lessened her desire to leave the territory one bit. At this point in time the only thing that would stop Neela from taking her trip down to Halifax would be stormy weather, and it didn’t look like any of that was coming so the collie felt reasonably secure that her trip would be going ahead.
An odd thock sound caught Neela's ears from a clearing off to Neela's right and the collie changed course, curious as to what the source of the noise could possibly be. Coming out from the heavy tree cover she found Shiloh, eating what looked like the liver of a rabbit. Neela hung back in the trees for a while and watched curiously as Shiloh practised her archery, something that Neela had never been able to get the hang of herself.
After waiting and watching for a short while Neela stepped forward out of the tree's, her voice sounding across the clearing, soft and quiet, "Hello Shiloh." Neela's voice wasn't raised to attract attention to herself; the scent of her blood had been filtering through the air from her wound the entire tiem she had been watching, to suggest that Shiloh hadn't noticed the smell by overtly drawing attention to herself would be an insult to the younger wolf, albeit an indirect one.
Neela stepped up to stand besides Shiloh and considered the target the woman was firing at while rummaging around in her belt pouches, before pulling out a brace of throwing knives in a folding leather case, one of which she whipped out and threw towards the tree. Neela was pleased to see that the knife was reasonably accurate despite lack of practise, "Throwing is useful for a knife fighter" she explained, her voice still soft and tired from the earlier events, "How are you Shiloh?" The question was unloaded; Neela had no clue of the tragedy that had recently befallen the grey furred woman.
