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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chauzu" data-source="post: 735401" data-attributes="member: 9655">Felkhourn stops in her tracks, eyes blinking. She readies an arrow with her bow. Although she loved beautiful plants and animals, she was never much fond of growling creatures. Her thoughts now sway on her cousins. "What have I gotten myself into..." she whispers, looking around the trees and plants that surround her.Even though she was very skilled with the bow, Felkhourn has never been a smart hunter. The close growl reminded her of hunting advice that was given to her by her mother when she was a small child. "When you hear a growl, call the fowl." With that in mind, she made the loud sound of the beautiful forest fowl that could be found back home. Normally, this would bring her mother to her aid in short time, but like said, Felkhourn was not usually a smart hunter, and she forgot that she was not at home.She did know the basics of the wilderness though: don't run from a predator. Felkhourn, with her arrow ready, waits cautiously.</blockquote>