Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140602182754/@comment-5583506-20140612010552

She cast a glimpse at the Bosmer sitting on the stone bench. Her instincts told her that it was "prey" and by the doors of the keep she could catch the scent of other "prey". Yet something held her back from ripping the creature apart, some sort of lock of emotion.

''Digestable... but not prey... Must find prey... Must hunt... Hunt for prey... Prey!''

She ran around the yard in circles for a while before she let out an aggressive howl when she soon realised that there was no prey to be found in the courtyard and instead darted off on all four out in the wilderness.