For the past few days, Iris spent most of her time in the library. Not because she wanted to, but because she neglected some of her classes, something that quickly backfired, leading to additional work. As if that wasn’t enough, now the headmaster decided to cobble together a group of individuals she may or may not have seen around the campus once or twice. Of course she couldn’t say no, she knew the threat White Fang posed. Despite the years that passed, the few, but ferocious attacks were still engraved in her memory. She slapped herself across the face, quietly reminding herself to focus on the heap of books that lay before her. The White Fang hunting party was beyond her control.

She wondered what Ozpin was hoping to achieve with just eight people. Not even experienced huntsmen, but two teams of four students who likely never even met? And how were they selected, anyway? The thought of Ozpin casually thumbing through a list of students and picking whoever his finger lands on popped into her mind, causing an uneasy chuckle to escape her mouth. She started to pack her books. The assignment would have to be completed at a later date, sometime when she could keep her mind focused on something besides the headmaster’s PMC.