[I][center]Sunrise, 20th Sun’s Height[/center][/I] 

Daixanos crouched near the outskirts of the city as dawn approached, his clawed hand lightly swaying over a track of a bear that had apparently decided to wander close to Dawnstar due to a scent, or perhaps curiosity. As the sun lifted over the horizon, the Argonian's snout caught the rays at its tip, before smoothly sliding over his scales until it filled his vision. If not for the thickness in the air, he would have had to look away immediately. But instead he met the sun head on, standing up from the track to greet it as he would an old comrade. 

After his meeting with Do’Karth, he had decided to make the best of the little time they had left before the new contract. He had retired to his room with ample food and water, resting at his chair next to the fire and allowing his body to knit its wounds together at an accelerated rate. He had awoken early, ready to face the day as he would any foe, for one never knew what the day would bring. A curiosity that he considered the sun a friend, but the day something to be conquered. 

Dax had made it out of the city before the others. He had no loved ones within 2,000 miles. He held no attachments and no affections, nor wished for them. The Hunter appreciated his lot in life as it was, as he appreciated nature, a fine fight, the heat of the sun, and the Hist for blessing him with it all. He stood as a statue, letting the distant sun warm him to the best of its ability in the early morning. He could feel the invigorating heat envelope him, and he let out an audible breath. 

As the morning progressed, he met with his group and received more intel on what was expected of him. He saw many of faces in his party that he had seen not a day previous, but had not recognized at the time. He was surprised to learn that The Huntress herself was here, and that she would be scouting with him. He had heard of her, once or twice. It was an honor, as far as he was concerned. Nords were hardy fighters, but he had lived with many of them not understanding the complexities of being a Ranger, which was why his skills had been sought after for so long. He was impressed one of them had gained a reputation that met, or might have exceeded his own. 

As the day progressed, Daixanos found himself in his element, and he could not ask for more. Tracking in the wilderness, moving ahead of the main group and reading the signs of the wild. What's more, he did not have to speak. He found that he had been doing that entirely too much the past few days. Here, he was not an object of conversation, or someone who might become a friend. Here, he was the Hunter, and nothing else. 

His tail whipped and feet padded softly and quickly through the forest, Sevine's form being ever present either from the corner of his eye or from the snap of a twig he observed. To her credit, he hardly found any trail of her at all. She was quite adept, and he respected her as a true ranger. Near midday when they all feasted, he stayed relatively quiet and enjoyed gazing into the trees rather than merrily converse, but he did give them all a greetings and a nod. Even chuckled at a joke or two as he devoured his rations to keep his strength up. 

Once they broke camp and continued onward, something he had noticed was the amount of animals that had crossed their path had not lessened very much. Perhaps it was from the warming weather. He knew he certainly appreciated it. Through brush and tree and thistle and bush, he ranged at the fore until for the last time they all gathered round. It was then the yelling had drawn their attention. 

Dax growled when he saw the Spriggans. He had a few bad experiences with the fey creatures. Magic oft made him uncomfortable. He saw Sevine in trouble, and felt not only duty bound, but honor bound to help. Every ranger fell on ill fortune at times in the wild, and he did not blame her for it. He nocked an arrow and aimed, making sure to aim an extra second before letting loose, for his mind was half distracted from the Spriggan's mystical presence. His arrow struck one of the Wolves rending her in its ribs. 

Unfortunately, his entire world was then filled with bees before he could attempt to attack the second one. He felt stingers strike his flesh over and over, and he howled before hitting the ground in a roll. His bow was dropped but his Axe stayed with him. He crushed many bees under his bulk, and many dispersed after. Those that stayed he even bit at to scare off, and he got to his feet. He found himself much closer to the Spriggans now, and he hefted his Axe at this unexpected turn. [i]The Hist curse all blasted magic![/i]