Short and quick scrapes echoed out into the wood as the young woman sharpened her short sword, along with the fading crackle of a fire as it began to go out. Taking note of the dying embers, she picked up a nearby stick, stoked the fire and tossed a few sticks to it and continued with her blade. For the whole night, hoots, shrieks and howls kept her from sleep and the nearby rustling was making her uneasy. She had been in the wood for nearly 2 months, hunting and tanning leather, but this particular night was rather haunting. She sighed deeply, holding her blade high and turning it proudly in the moonlight before sheathing it and adjusting her position on the log she sat upon. She eyed her pack beside her, it was near to bulging with neatly wrapped furs and nice leather she caught herself and soon she would be heading back to town for her bounties and coin. However she had had her sights set on a particular buck that was said to fetch a high price, and she wasn't leaving until she had its antlers. Even better, the venison from i'ts fat haunches. Standing to stretch, the woman pulled her hood off and unfastened her cloak, letting it flutter to the forest floor. Waves of luscious dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a strong, fair face of coffee skin and deep set hazel red eyes that glistened in the starlight. She yawned heavily and thrust her tired arms into the air, before stretching out on her sleeping skins to stare at the heavens. "What a season it's been..." she whispered to herself, clutching a golden pendant around her slender neck.