Willis keeps looking at the landscape below him from a bat-eye view. A strong gust blows through the forest, parting the needles from the pines and he catches a glimpse of what appears to be a travel route stretching southward. He smiles. [color=ed1c24]"Let's go check that out!"[/color]

Willis, in batform, flies a few circles over the tracks, closing his eyes in contentment as he feels tiny snowflakes collide against his outstretched wings and tickle his fur. Then the brown bat slows to a hover midair and nosedives right into a gigantic pine tree!

Thud! A grown man crashes through its branches and slides down the pine braking his sword against the wood, carving the pine in half! Willis dusts off the wood shavings and pine needles from his head and shoulder and steps on the tree, yanking out his sword to sheath it while a squirrel squirms in his mouth, dripping blood. He carefully kneels next to the track left behind by a hunting party as he snacks on the squirrel.

[color=ed1c24]"Hmm...[/color] *Slurrrp* [color=ed1c24]looks like the trail is less than a day's old. Fresh groovemark from a cart? Sled? ...[/color] *Slurrrp* [color=ed1c24]And a single pair of footprints. Wow, this guy must be strong."[/color] He takes a pinch of dirt in his hands and let it run between his fingers. [color=ed1c24]"So Dawnhaven...[/color] *Slurrrp* [color=ed1c24]has a blighted hunter. That's food for thought." [/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Wait, something's wrong..."[/color] Willis suddenly jerks his head up, sniffing the air. A wave of unease washes over him. A primal part of his brain is telling him that another of his kind is near. He hastily stands and rests his hand over the pommel of his sword, yelling: [color=ed1c24]"I know where you are. Come out! Face me!" [/color] The dead squirrel falls out of his mouth to the ground, with a soft plop.

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