Amelia was marching past the trees, through the woods and such. She had her sword with her. She was on a mission. The king had sent her to capture the last of the hybrids that had escaped his reach. She remembered when the knights were gathering them up, only to be slaughtered instead of enslaved like some had suggested or simply hoped the king would do. 

Anyway, the female knight was on the hunt. She searched around and soon heard growling. She did not assume it was a hybrid right away, but she went to investigate. She had a job to do after all.