★ Lizard Hunting [Hunting event]

This land was still very much new to Faelene and while she was cautious about where she placed her paws, Faelene would run from nothing, she shied from no creature and she bowed to no soul. The earthen hued femme was a Romanian Gypsy and this life of nomadic pleasures was the only life she knew. Bold, brazen and with a tongue that could slice deeper than any fang, she wasn't afraid. She moved with grace and elegance but more importantly arrogance. It was in the way her skull was held high, the way her silver eyes were narrowed in harsh judgement and the way her ears remained pinned against her skull.

An unusual scent drew her keen attention and, now curious, the Romanian turned and followed the scent until she came upon a male and... an overgrown lizard. It was more massive than any reptile she'd ever seen but immediately her hackles rose and sharp ivory teeth glistened. The male back pedaled. Faelene snorted. "Are you a wolf or a mouse? Prepare your fang. Fight." Faelene's tongue lashed, the harsh Romanian accent snapping from her tongue like the lash of a whip.