Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230015727

Makoru nodded in agreement. In his rare dealings with the Glenmoril Coven, he had come to know that they were not to be trifled with. Their camps were often littered with bones and animal hides, and it was not uncommon to see other werewolves in their ranks. These werewolves, however, had accepted their gift. Makoru had yet to embrace lycanthropy, he had learned to control it and to use it to his advantage, but it was still a strange feeling for him.

He sent a quick prayer to Nocturnal for guidance as an inn appeared about a hundred yards away. If he was correct, the inn meant they were getting closer. "What will you do while we deal with the Huntsman?" he whispered to Torene, doing his best to stay out of earshot.