05-22-2012, 09:48 PM
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[/html]Unlike the other petite and very rotund scout, Wraith chose to go on foot for the attack. In the form of her father, she streaked quickly through the forests in her secui form. Even though Ithiel had been a most admirable teacher, she wasn’t comfortable enough fighting with only a bow and arrow. The possibility that she might be unarmed would leave her defenseless, as her fighting skills in her two-legged form left much to be desired. Maybe it was that she wasn’t any good at it, maybe it was because she hadn’t practiced, or maybe she just didn’t want to; either way, she preferred her much larger secui form.[/html]
Now that she was able to shift, she realized that she outmassed her own father. She had more muscle mass and was generally the average size of a coyote, which meant she would be smaller than a wolf adversary; but only if they were in the same form as she.
She could hear the quiet nudges Zana gave to her horse as they moved steadily forward. Wraith was quickly distracted by the sound of something else moving in the woods. Her ears pricked forward and her nostrils flaring, she approached with as much caution as she could muster. No matter how careful she was, she was certain that the thunderous beating of her heart would give her away. It pounded in her ears as she rounded a tree and caught sight of a wolf in its two-legged form only twenty paces away. [html]