Verra despised towns of any kind, they always had cutthroats, pickpockets, theives and all manner of unfriendly people. She brushed her brown bangs rom her eyes and rubbed her clawed fingers together. Reaching behind her shoulder to the quiver, she set an arrow on the four foot high bow, pulled it back and let it rip. Her purple-green eyes glinted brilliantly as she watched it streak over the walls of two buildings before landing in the dirt several yards from her.
The high arc she thought it'd make was sorely lacking. She'd have to pratice again. She sighed, tonite was going to be a long night. She slid the bow back into its carrier on her back and padded quietly to the gates of the city. She didn't like how her short, human pale fur bristled.
"Hello?" She called, stopping, her fangs lengthened three inches below her upper lip.