Praxis watched in awe as the small girl dashed from one place to the other, pulled a lamp from no where, and then lit it with only her breath. He had met very few magic users, and he definitely didn't expect to meet one picking the large berries that grow under the large leaves here. He would get them for desert, but they were heard to find, although he had just found one before watching the young girl demonstrate her abilities and those of her.... [i]objects[/i]. The lamp either came from the cloak or the small pouch, and neither were big enough for her to have it hidden in; especially with how the wind blew the cloak. They just [b]had[/b] had to be valuable. A grin stretched over his face as he watched her move into the snow she wasn't used to seeing through. [i]"This shouldn't be too hard...[/i]"3

The Wolfen watched from about twenty feet above on a large leaf, now ducked down and out of sight. He quickly split the delicious berry into four pieces so it would fit in his two pouches on his belt. As she walked further away, Praxis put his hands on the ground as well and leaped from his leaf to a closer one, making only a small rustle, being a trained hunter. He continued to leap until the girl was close to an over hanging branch which he then also jumped gracefully to. He crawled on all fours, imitating his ancestors to help move the loud weight off of his steps as he followed her on the branch until he was slightly ahead of where she would be going. Turning toward her path, he scrunched into a ready position and extended his claws, gripping the branch to lean a bit off of it. A small grin turned into a much larger one when he dashed from the branch, swiping the cloak from her back and landing behind her, leaving them to face opposite directions. He would have to check his loot later, though, considering he was in the presence of a magic-user, and after not sleeping in three days he didn't have enough energy to read her for her abilities, so he used the only ability he had the energy for and created a one-person illusion of another Praxis, but only one, standing next to him holding the cloak as they both turned around to see the victim, preparing for her answer to his attack.... until Praxis's eyes fell upon the scars that were briefly shown on her back. Suddenly his left hand felt like it was being held over fire right where his mother had left his scar, never to heal. He had no way of confirming if the scars she bore were those of the Wolfen, especially because he could only see what was shown through the slash marks he had accidentally left on her garment, but he had a gut feeling, and a Wolfen always follows it's instincts. 

Praxis stood still as she took her reaction, his illusion-clone darting off to the left on only two feet with the cloak in his hand, as Praxis should be doing, but suddenly he couldn't. The Wolfen scars flooded memores of his abandoned family into his head for a moment as he stood still, but was able to snap out of it while the clone had disappeared into the thick leaves, leaving Praxis to only hope she wouldn't know who was who, but that seemed unlikely as he had been still, giving her much time to react as it seemed she was clearly faster than him when she wanted to be.