Shadow Mountain i ain't gonna be cookin' all day

It could have been said that the panther was often spotted stalking the rocks and ledges across the mountainside, but in fact she was not - one would have to possess an undeniably keen sense of sight to catch a glimpse of the Nightstalker. The rogues banded together already were aware of her fleeting presence at every corner - she could often be listening in to a conversation while the participants were entirely unaware, and perhaps it was fear that drove them to follow her commands. But, too, it could just be the similarities in dark thoughts that plagued each soul the ink-coated woman had found and brought to her growing domain.

The day was as ordinary as any other - perhaps it was Kelina's bloodlust and tendancy to be an adrenaline junkie that made her see this day as one so boring, but it was a not a thought that could be helped easily. At least this is what she believed until the scent caught her attention at a distance from her mountain.

The Nightstalker, having nothing else to do at the time, began to prowl toward the source of this scent, svelte and shadowed body weaving through any trees with swift ease.