Herald Winds Chill, Chaoswizkid's Lunar

Now years beyond the inspiring battle involving the Solar and being taken away by the Lunars, you find yourself drawn to the Marukani Rangelands. You have no particular fondness of large cities, and so have settled for the time being in a small village at the foot of the largest mountain in the range. Tirith, as it is named, has become your temporary home. You've grown to be respected as a peerless hunter and tracker among the villagers. Seeing your prowess, they've accepted you as much as one could expect in the short time you've been there.

Today, you happen to find yourself relaxing on a tree branch some short distance away from the village. You've worked much recently, hunting and gathering food for the people of Tirith, and so feel you deserve a day of relaxation. None are arguing with you. The day is beautiful, the sun is shining softly above, and animals are making their usual noises.

As you relax, listening to the myriad calming sounds of nature, you notice a ...different sound. Listening more closely for a moment, you recognize it as footsteps. Two or three people, it sounds like. Grabbing your bow, you leap silently between branches to get a better view. When in a better position, you see two men, a tall muscular man carrying a great sword, and a shorter, slighter man walking nearby who has two short swords sheathed.

As you observe them, you hear the sound of bushes moving. Looking, you see a white wolf, walking along with them but off in the distance a ways. The men seem to know where they're going, and they're going straight for the village. Neither one is talking.

Herald Winds Chill opts to hide in the trees and move quietly, tracking them towards the village. She will also keep the objects of her observation just within the limits of her perception, hopefully outside of their's.

After watching the pair of travelers for about five minutes, you've decided that their intentions are mostly peaceful. Something is odd about them though. You're not sure what it is, but they don't look like they would normally travel together for some reason. They don't talk, they seem just generally... uncomfortable around the other. The wolf in the distance is still following them, either not noticing you, or not bothering to do anything about you.

Once discerning that they are at least peaceful, she veers away from her observation deeper into the woods. Once she is clearly out of their range of senses, Herald Winds Chill makes her way towards the village through forest paths that she is sure to have memorized by now. This being her day off, she doesn't race to the village, just walks fast enough to be confident that she will arrive at the village first with plenty of time before the travellers do as well.

I may as well alert the village to these newcomers, peaceful or no.

Upon arriving at the village, Herald Winds Chill meets with some of the more prominent villagers, those who could keep control of a situation. She tells them that she has seen a couple of armed travellers with a wolf headed towards the village. Seeing their distressed emotions surface on their features, she goes on to say that she doesn't believe their aims are hostile, but to nevertheless be cautious. Assured that she has done her duty as a part of the village, Herald Winds Chill stalks back to the forest, finding a nice spot to laze once again... a spot that also allows her to observe the entrance into the village.