[b][center]Regalia[/center][/b]
As Inyata jumped down she spun around on her horse and her eyes went wide. “Be careful!” she shouted as she saw what the young corsair was up to. Leaping down she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade and stepped forward carefully, eyeing the were in front of her. She had known Were’s in her past, some were her best friends, while others she knew could be deadly and ruthless. Like all races out there. Taking a few steps forward and coming up next to Inyata she tilted her head to the side. Why was this creature out here like this instead in a cave somewhere? It didn’t make any sense to her. She held her ground waiting for what ever happened next.

[b][center]Ramara[/center][/b]

Ramara smirked slightly as Wade asked her how a gypsy becomes an assassin. She shrugged slightly to the question. “Life has a lot of twists and turns,” she said before she spun around as she heard Inyata and leapt off her horse, drawing her crossed blades from her back. “Like this one,” she muttered as she stepped closer and came up to the other side of Inyata, flanking her with Regalia at this point. What in the hell was this girl thinking? That this thing was a pet? It wasn’t exactly the type of stray you took home to mom and dad to ask if you could please please keep it. It was the type you slaughtered while it slept and kept walking. 

Raising her head slightly she began looking around. “If there is one, chances are there is a pack, be on the lookout,” she said to no one in particular as her gripe tightened on her short swords.  It was apparent if anyone had known another Rawn that drawing and waiting to see what happened next seemed to be a running trend with them. Regalia on the other hand was standing there cautious but she had yet to draw. Ramara wondered if the old woman could actually move fast enough to draw if the thing decided to go for her throat.