Role

Chapter 1

The cold winds, the dance of the snowflakes. Always so very soothing
to listen and watch. Even greatly educational, as she found out not
too long ago, having heard strange whispers of ancient spirits among
the howling. They spoke of secrets and teachings, some of which they
even shared with her. Even though such lessons felt somewhat daunting
at first, she would not let doubt get in the way of learning even
better ways of catching her prey... and she did absorb every bit of
their ancient wisdom she could.

It was clear many others had heard the whispers of the spirits. More
hunters than she had ever seen before were lurking around, many even
hearing the call of the Ancients. Even though it made prey more
scarce, forced them to hide within their "nests" in fear, deep inside
she felt strangely content to see young felar, sharing many of her
thoughts and feelings. Like her children, in a way...

...yes, her children. Perhaps her only regret, and one she wouldn't
forget even after all the years. Her dead children, miscarried as she
refused to cease her hunt even for a while, when she should have. On
a moment of weakness, she had even shared her darkest secret with
that wood-elf... Aeria. She, too, was dead now. One she had had much
respect for, both for her wisdom and her strength.

She flinched, eyes closed tight, and let out a quiet, powerless growl.
Those thoughts were better buried away. She still had some time left
to see the young ones grow strong and savor their hunt. When her time
would come... there would be someone to carry on.