Kayla walked into the gates of a smaller town, her dagger on her hip like usual and her hair in a braid down her back. She walked to the nearest place selling food and got something to eat, too tired to hunt.

Kayla finished eating and walked down the streets, really just seeing if she could get her dagger sharpened. Then she saw him. He was torn up and scarred everywhere, but recognizable. She noted the wolf as well, only adding to his appearance. She gasped quietly, but didn't speak as she walked past the group

Kayla was unaware of them as she went to a blacksmith and asked him to sharpen her dagger. She handed it over as he went to work and she stood with her arms crossed, knowing it was a quick job

Kayla paid the blacksmith and recieved her dagger back shiny and deadly. She nodded in thanks to the man and he nodded back as she placed it back onto her hip. She walked out of the town, walking into the woods

Kayla twirled her dagger in her hand, spinning at the sound of a stick breaking, and eyes darting around. Her hand tightened on the dagger, ready to fight