Dahlia was a city that for the most part was able to remain largely unnoticed. Which was something that she had hoped to keep the case as long as she decided to stay around. But her strange appearance mixed with her stature quickly made that impossible not to mention very frustrating. The demi human couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at being contacted about some pack problems out of the town.

A small werewolf pack had been making issues out on the farm lands and they were hoping that she could take care of them. It wasn’t the best paying job but after everything she couldn’t honestly turn down the chance to get herself some jewels in the long term. Sighing softly she’d look over the contract.

A small pack of three werewolves had taken over a small farm and were using it to hunt; causing problems for those that would enter their territory. Rolling her shoulders the demi-human made her way there; wondering quietly if she could actually fight off three werewolves. She didn’t have a problem with the undead or fellow human or demi human types. It’d prove a challenge but she felt like she could do it…

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The first sign of things being wrong made itself painfully obvious when she noted that there were skulls lining the fence on her approach. She’d sigh a little bit; many of them were old. Ages old like they had been there for years while others looked a lot more fresh. The latter being more plentiful. Maybe the fact that there were three of them made the need to hunt and the need to defend themselves much more dominant. Gritting her teeth she’d hop over the fence and find immediately that there were eyes upon her.

Not something that you’d want given the situation. Sighing to herself the goat would adjust and prepare her fists. Steel in her primary and the brawlers in her offhand. Stuff that would make it easy to deal with the weaker sort of werewolves. If there was a heavy hitter she wasn’t sure how easy she could take them down.

She felt those eyes boring on her and she’d continue walking towards the barn. An age old fight looked to be here too at some point. Something that made her feel like this was a constant problem child. Getting to the barn made her feel those eyes a lot more prominently and throwing it open she was greeted with the stench of death, decay and the glares of three werewolves.

Two smaller younger werewolves, probably no older than twenty and a grey maned one that was very much so past their prime. Looking between the three she’d sigh a bit; trying to figure out how to address this. Maybe she could just get them to leave easily? Before she could speak up the two younger ones charged her immediately. Snarling she’d bring her offhand about in a vicious strike, slamming into the first’s head and sending it tumbling to the side. Once it settled in it didn’t get back up, bringing a howl from the second. Though it played a little more carefully than it’s counterpart. Snorting she’d jump forward and bring it down with a thundering blow to it’s neck and head.

Leaving just her and the older one; it’d stare at her. They’d lock eyes for a few moments and before long the leader werewolf just fell to it’s knees, lowering its head to the goat. She’d blink slowly but realize that what she probably just killed was it’s offspring. Shaking her head the wet thud of a third body hitting the ground didn’t really bring her any real peace of mind.

”Should do a bit more investigating next time but hey… money’s money…”

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