That's A Lot Of Bull...

The news of the impending marriage between Artorias and Briar filled Bowen with mixed emotions. She liked Briar and she adored Artorias. She was happy for both of them, but that happiness and her own dark feelings filled the woman with a sense of self loathing. If she wasn't barricaded in her room, she tried to be doing something that would keep herself distracted. That's why she'd agreed to help with a hunt.

Bowen wasn't a hunter by any means, but she was incredibly swift. Her small size and slender stature allowed her to fly like the wind. She wasn't exactly the most imposing of wolves, but her vibrant coat and long trailing tail might serve to keep prey in line. Or so she hoped.

Fern addressed them and Bowen remained silent. She had no input to give and only wanted to be given a task and pointed in the proper direction. It should be obvious that the lithe woman was meant for running rather than bringing the prey down, so she didn't bother mentioning it.

"Bowen"