The scent of others, fresh as it was, hanging in the air spoke multitudes as her jowls flexed and drew in their identities and soon committed them to memory. Numerous as they were, each proved distinct within her sharpened mind, as though she knew about each of them beyond whatever first words they could have spoken to her; there was the scent of two men, both one older and much more robust, pungent, and another whose was mingled with the air of a horse, of which matched the hoof prints her good eye cast itself upon. Beside the prints of the men and the horse, so too was there that of a deer... a large one at that, and its gait matched poorly anything the aged huntress expected.

[i]Strange.[/i] The thought came to her, but it did accompany what seemed fair enough in scent, as there were two others of which were both female, the latter being a halfling and the former being something else altogether. Nothing immediate, but there were other monstrous things afoot short of her. This she understood as a good omen, at least for the time being.

Each track moved in the same procession up the path to the manor and past the gate, barring the horse of which was not far now that she began to search it out with her gaze; it stood, disciplined as it was, affixed to a post and issued only a huff. Not wishing to announce herself by startling the beast of burden, she avoided coming any nearer, but its calm even at this distance in the face of a potential predator inferred one certain fact... that it was tamed, trained and battle-ready, something its leather barding suggested as well.

Now having better understood, or so she believed, the scenario she found herself in, she committed herself to following their advance, still shrouded in her raggedly worn and faded ebon robe. Her silhouette certainly was not human - the way in which her legs appeared gave that much away - but it was better than openly revealing herself, as for the time being she still lacked any reason to trust the deliverer of the message, even more so their master. Yet, with each quiet step she made, she found herself soon witnessing a gathering upon the lavish porch of the abode and there was some talk in the air using the common tongue.

[i]"-me Regina."[/i] Was what her ears picked up at first sound.

Not first, that was a mistake to lay claim to - the knocking man she had heard first, some short time ago, but she had not immediately associated the two events until this moment. But, as she came to expect upon seeing the enormous human, he was the more recognizable of the three mortals' scents. Not far behind him was a younger, almost meek young man in well fitted suit of half-plate. Initially she thought him diminutive, at least in comparison to the sheer might of the burly human's form, but appearances were deceiving, much so. The halfling, as a decided example, unexpectedly appeared to be free of the earth's eternal grasp and certainly without a magical or mundane means to do so, and the earlier pair of prints no less belonged to a [i]faun[/i].

The half-beast's attention shifted from one to another while she remained but no more than fifteen paces away. A distance she had learned was often enough to counter any usual advance, but with this... interesting collective, she did not immediately expect them to be hostile. A monster as she was, this gathering was no less any odd in their own individual ways.

Preferring not to leave it to surprise, her presence that was, her matured, softly growled, yet stern voice spoke from beneath her cowl;

"I take it we have all been summoned by the master of this place."

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