Luka Moore - Male - 22 - Farmer - Mentions: Adrienne Moore

A young man stood in the middle of his wheat field, a small yawn escaping him. Luka looked around with his big blue eyes, pulling his cloak around himself. Though it was a nice day, poor Luka felt cold as he stood in the field, already distracted from actually doing his job. He shook his head at nothing in particular, and started to harvest the rest of his crops. His sister relied on him to provide ingredients for her many pastries that she made at her bake shop. It was one of the only things he actually liked to do.

He yawned again, still harvesting the crops and stuffing them into a small basket. He had woken up early that morning, not being able to sleep that well. Another night, another nightmare. Though, he would rather not think about that. Since he had woken up that morning, he had been doing work. While also getting distracted by the smallest little things.

He wiped sweat off his forehead and looked down at his basket, now filled with an assortment of goods. Earlier that morning, he had picked fruits from his garden, milked his cows, and got eggs from the chickens (or any other egg laying bird). Now that he harvested his wheat, he now had enough stuff to give his sister before she left for work. Yawning again, he walked back to his house, running a hand through his hair.

Michael Sorenson - Male - 25 - Baker - mentions: His mother and Horace

The older woman raised an eyebrow seeing the friend of her son looking as though he was thinking of trying to get them into trouble. She waggled a finger at him behind Michael's back as the other man carried the flour over to where she could easily access it. Michael lifted his dark green gaze to meet his friend's and walked over clasping his hand. "Good morning Horace. I hope you haven't gotten into trouble and need me to save you once again."

Even though Michael was almost a foot shorter than his friend, the pair could almost be found together when they weren't working. Michael released Horace's hand and pulled out a loaf of bread setting the warm food on the counter. "I almost burnt that one. Ma' would have skinned me for burning another loaf. I already burned my one for the day earlier."

The woman's frame shook with a chuckle as she worked rolling out freshly made dough to make into buns and sweets for the children. She was even shorter than her son but her personality was larger than her frame. Michael stepped to her side planting a kiss to her cheek before pulling the apron from his frame stepping out the door holding it open for his friend.

"How was the fishing this morning? You know you are more than welcome to help out here at the bakery if you need anything." Michael pulled out one of the loaves from earlier offering a piece to Horace. It wouldn't be long before his mother noticed the missing item but she had grown used to her son taking a couple and handing them out to those that may not be able to afford a new loaf or to share with his friend.

He couldn't take his sweet buns though. Those were only for his family and customers that sought out the not too sticky but just sticky enough buns that Michael only made a couple of times a month depending on how much time he had to work on them.

Salem Grace - Female - 19 - Scout - mentions: Shay(Indirectly)

Shay Cormac Connolly - Male - 29 - Baker - Mentions: Salem Grace (I don't... Have a descriptive word right now. I mean, he knows she's there now?)

If there was one thing Shay hated, it was the feeling of being watched. He didn't know why he felt that way right now, given that he seemed to be alone on right now. Sighing quietly to himself, he dropped his chin a bit closer to his chest to stare at the ground as he walked, navigating purely based on memory, and listening for footsteps to indicate someone close enough that he could potentially run into them.

As he kept walking, Shay couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was only growing stronger, and he hated it. Out of sheer habit, he glanced over his shoulder, scanning the area fleetingly. Seeing nobody for the moment, he returned his attention to staring at the ground.

Finally, he gave up, given that the feeling hadn't gonen away, and halted. Whoever it was that was seemingly following him would be easier to find if he wasn't moving. As he turned back this time, however, he finally spotted who he assumed had been tailing him through the town. Shay narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared down the young woman as she walked towards him, confidence in her stride.

He didn't recognise her at all, a fact that could definitely be attributed to his self-imposed isolation. What exactly could she possibly want from him?

Michael Sorenson - Male - 25 - Baker - mentions: His mother and Horace

Michael raised an eyebrow at his friend saying the panther was beautiful. "First off I wouldn't let her hear you say that around her. That would make her ego inflate and second, do you know who that might have been?" The mention of the salmon being low weighed a little heavier on the man's heart. He motioned for Horace to lead the way before trying to match his stride.

"Of course I am happy to help you try and get a horse. I can even help look after it. You might get a good deal when he hears you fed his sister." Michael folded his hands behind his head. Michael hated the hunters in the town as much if not more than some of the shifters. It caused many of his friends to go into hiding and he had seen one too many be killed just for who they were.

He raised his eyebrow once again hearing Horace mention Ren. "If you think that will help. Maybe we will even run into that white panther again. Only one hangs around the stable since the father was killed by the hunters." He made sure to keep his voice low enough that only the two of them could hear what he was saying. He hadn't heard of any other panthers that lived in the town that matched the description that Horace had said.

"Did she have black around her eyes? If she didn't then maybe I wouldn't mention about feeding her. Might not be who I think it is." Of course Michael wasn't going to outright say who he thought the panther was that had crossed Horace's path earlier. He wanted to see if his friend could guess without hopefully outing the hiding female.

Nalaea Leogwyn - Female - 22 - Hidden Shifter/Horse Breeder - White Panther - mentions: Marietta

The white feline discended from her perch before stepping into the light. She sat down with an unamuzed look in her dark opal blue eyes watching the girl put the dagger back into her boot. It was an odd choice to make when faced with the fact of knowing something was watching her. She shook her head before disappearing once more into the shadows shifting into her human form before stepping back out into the light.

"Why would you put away your weapon? You never know who could be out here hiding in the shadows." Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she folded her arms across her chest. She was wearing a simple pair of breeches and riding boots along with a loose fitting dark blue blouse with a corset over the top of it. "I am Nalaea or Nala and who do I have the honor of speaking with? Not many come into the forest alone anymore since the arrival of the other hunters not long ago."

She didn't move from her position near the trees and her movements carried the grace from her feline form. A hand ran through her hair brushing out any smaller twigs that had worked their way in from the branches even though her eyes never left the other person. "What are you doing out here? I thought that most of the scouts stayed close to town to watch for any shifters or strangers trying to get into town or have my observations been wrong?"