Rolling over and stretching, she smirks at the wolf watching her and taunts him with a little show of stretching her lithe limbs slowly, running her paws through her long russet hair before tying it back. Rolling up the blanket, she politely returns it to Nyx's quarters where she found it.
Upon returning, she slips her leathers over her arming "chemise," which was not but two bits of fabric that kept the leather from chafing and rubbing her fur off. Strapping her dagger to her upper thigh, throws her bastard sword over her back and covers most of it with her cloak. While checking the contents of her pack, she mused silently to herself about last night's events.
Late in the darkness, while everyone was asleep, she had awoken, a bit hungry, and was rummaging through her pack for a bit of dried fish when she keen ears picked up low voices whispering, a bit further down the incline from the caves in the deep shadows of the edge of the forest. Pulling on her cloak and weilding her dagger, she slipped silently down the incline to invesigate.
As she skirted the shadows, cloak pulled low over her head so she doesn't give her position with a glint of eyeshine or the metal of her dagger, she notes the tiger is no longer at his post where he was to watch over them. A sick feeling in her gut nearly overwhelms her as she draws closer to the pair, recognizes one of the voices at the tiger, and the other reeking of human sweat and dirt.
Moving past the two, in between them and the village, she laid in wait for the human, listening to the conversation. Shocked, she learns that the tiger is naught but a slave to the humans, serving the Imperial Guard as a spy, and not only telling them of the wolf's plaque that he guarded, but also giving away their position!
"Traitor!" she seethed as the two parted and the human headed her way. As soon as he passed, she sprung from behind, slitting his throat expertly, and pulled the body into the bushes, covering it with dead leaves and branches to mask it for a few days. Satisfied they were safe for a little while longer, she resolves to take care of the tiger once and for all.
In the darkness, her night vision has kicked in, and she thanks the Goddess for giving her people the gift of nocturnal sight. Flanking the tiger and climbing back up the incline, out of sight, she casually trots back down to him as if she'd only awoken.
"Good evening," she says, "its a nice night for a walk, don't you think?"
The tiger only grunted in reply.
Sickened at the stench of the human on him, she crinkles her nose and attempts to make idle conversation, full of twists and turns, attempting to fool him into divulging what he knew of the Imperials. After a bit of frustration, she discovers him to be a bit of a dimwit, and most obviously nothing but a lackey.
Tired of playing a battle of wits with the unarmed, she changes direction and flirts a bit with the big lummox. Predictably, he lets down his guard and before he knows it, she's settled in his lap and has turned from tickling and teasing him to sinking her dagger deep within his abdomen.
The deed done, she drags his body off as well, huffing and panting at the dead weight, hides the body in some undergrowth, and returns with her sword to behead him, a fitting state for a turncoat. Stripping out of her now bloodsoaked arming chemise, leaves it behind with the body, carefully hidden nearby, and she pads to a nearby stream to clean her fur.
Shivering, wishing she could have had the luxury of another warm bath, but not wanting the others to notice what had transpired, she scurries back to camp and slips on a fresh set of arming clothes. Slipping beneath the blanket, she heaves a sigh of relief, hoping she just bought them some time.
In the morning, she was feeling quite chipper, her flirtatious show for the wolf was only a small example of the giddiness she felt inside for a job well done, even though they will never know what she did for them. Now she was more than ready for a hearty breakfast!
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Name: Razi
Species - Fox/kitsune
Weaponry- Two handed bastard sword and one dagger. She is clever and resourceful,  can turn any object into a potential weapon.
Razi is from the Kitsune clan of the eastern forest, trained in the art of healing, as her kitsune bretheren are well known for. She has exceptional knowledge of herbs and medicines, as well as advanced hand to hand combat training with a variety of weapons. Her kind are loners, occassional mercinaries if they need money, but mostly stick to themselves. The few female kitsune who do couple and reproduce tend to stick to the village, taking care of training the next generation for the harsh life of a nomadic warrior.