Kiyanna stirred from her meager sleep and pushed the coarse straw away from her form. The people of Norn did not enjoy her presence. She was afforded little in the way of comfort. She had been lied to and told that the rooms of the nearby inn were completely taken, and told that the only place to sleep was in a nearby animal pen. Knowing that she would get no better, Kiyanna had taken the offer. The nights in the north were far colder than the nights in the south, and being inside something, even something as disgraceful as an animal pen, was better than attempting to sleep outside and likely freezing to death. Kiyanna had no dreams from her sleep. This was actually a blessing, as most dreams were merely her mind forcing her to relive the night that her home had been taken from her by the bandits. Shaking her head to wake up faster, Kiyanna dug around in the straw nearby and smiled when her hands found purchase on her spear and shield. Digging them out of the straw, Kiyanna checked over her equipment and brushed any clinging material from them. Standing up and stretching Kiyanna cracked her neck, then her back. Securing her gear to her person, Kiyanna left the animal pen and walked into the village proper.

There was little light to go by, and even fewer people present. Kiyanna walked to the center of town for a brief moment. The cry of a raven broke the silence, and Kiyanna looked up briefly to try in vain to spot the raven against the dark sky. Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Kiyanna thought of what she might seek to do today. Her coin was running low, and she had few rations left in her own supplies. Work needed to be found, and soon. She noticed another woman nearby, though said nothing to her. She looked like a hunter, and the unstrung bow she carried with her further assisted this look. Kiyanna didn't talk to her, though. She knew that she was of the north, and would likely not want to speak to someone from the south. However, the sight of the huntress did give Kiyanna an idea of what she could do today. Hunting was not an unknown to her, and it had saved her some rations on her travels. With that in mind, Kiyanna began to walk.

Kiyanna would pass the huntress with the unstrung bow, though she would say nothing. Unless she was interrupted by something or someone Kiyanna would walk out of the village and into the wilderness. Kiyanna took careful, quiet steps and began to search for tracks. She'd follow what she could, though her luck in finding anything fresh was going to be rather slim compared to someone who was an experienced hunter. This would be her occupation for the day, though she was ill prepared for it compared to some others. While she was hunting, Kiyanna frequently thought of why she left home. At the time, it was an easy choice to make, as her father had been slain and her home burned to the ground. She had nothing there, and it seemed only natural to take what she could and set off into the world, but it was also times like this that made Kiyanna regret her choice to come this far north. She wasn't welcomed here, but she knew that she didn't have the supplies to make it down to the more hospitable homelands of the south. 

Still, she was here now, it was best to make the most of it. A fresh track caught her eye and snapped her out of her haze. She began to follow the tracks, hoping they would lead to a living animal.