Little Lady (Open, Intro) Come and Fade Me

There was something about fog that heightened Slackfoot's desire for adventure. It may be that it shrouded what was already familiar, washed the world in something new. It made the territory that Slackfoot as already explored into something that he could re-explore. He joins the first patrol he can, ready to be out, ready to see the world shrouded. Hunting wasn't something Slackfoot was skilled in, even before his injury. It didn't stop him from joining the hunting patrol, however.

There was much that went into a good hunt beyond being able to move about silently. One needed to be able to track well enough, needed to be observational enough and careful enough. In some instances, one needed to be lucky enough. So, Slackfoot joins the hunting patrol, knowing he will not be able to make a kill, but also knowing that his uses lie elsewhere. Different, but just as vital.

They are not far from camp when Slackfoot slows, seeing a silhouette in the fog. A few steps closer and a scenting og the air turns the stranger into Rainface. Slackfoot smiles and takes a few languid strides closer, then calls out to her, ”Rainface! You don't seem busy, and we have room for another if you care to join us?”