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Flickering images. Waterfalls, forests filled with game, a great city state towering over the vastness of nature. Crowds and groups speaking and roaring just outside the city gates as they entered, and hardy travelers filtering in across the forest paths. Raurfen shook his head, shaking the messages his Wolf brethren were sending him of Illian out of his mind. They were welcomed though, for he felt as if he stood in the belly of the beast here in this courtyard, awaiting this Lord Haron to announce the Great Hunt once more. 

The very name was appealing to Raurfen, despite himself. It caused his mouth to water, and he idly began chewing on some of the jerky he had brought with him. He sent images back to Padfoot, Greatfang and Roughhair. These were images of many men and women of all sorts and classes mingling and cheering, dancing and merry making. Great processions filed past him, and a buxom woman with a blue dress and little neckline to speak of eyed him with piqued interest.

Raurfen himself stood at the edge of the crowd, leaning against the wall of a two story building as a wiry mystery to those around him. His hood was over his head to conceal the eyes that had labeled him a Darkfriend a scant few years previous. He waved to the woman politely, but did not attempt to speak or lower his hood. He once more he questioned why he was here, but he knew that answer to that. This hunt gave him a sense of adventure and excitement, and of course... it helped him feel more human.