Shadewood And We Meet Again

The brown female sighed, she did not like the thought of fighting. In fact, whenever it seemed fighting would be the answer she'd run. It didn't matter what it was over, or who she was against, she would turn and run away. "I don't like fighting, there are too many risks. If warriors are all you need, then I don't think I'd fit in." She looked down and lowered her ears. "And fishing isn't a problem for me." Over the course of the famine, her hate of fish had almost competly disappeared. The scaley creatures had prevented her from starving to death so far.