Moonspear deception on my lips

Alya was a dark streak through the woods, silent save for steps muffled by the forest floor. Everything just kept building and building inside of her. The dark woods and their mysterious denizens had haunted them for so long, now. Rannoch and Liffey lived in their midst. Redhawk machinations had killed her sister - a sister Alya had not yet allowed herself to grieve. Time after harrowing time, fate continued to get in the way of her plans, her hopes, her dreams. But, while life certainly seemed to stand still, her body would not.

And, thanks to said body, Alya felt as though she had quite a bit of explaining to do.

The dark woman tracked her prey within a few hundred yards before guessing its destination and shooting forward to head it off. When Terance arrived at the cache, Alya stood beside it, windswept and out-of-breath.

"Hi, Terance," she greeted, sounding somewhat apprehensive.