Drew On- Stealth

Dropping silently into the ditch, Drew set off alongside the stream bed, staying low. Soon he was running through the outskirts of the camp, careful to keep his bare, clawed feet away from the water’s edge; a telltale splash would be sure to end his mission before it had begun. He couldn’t do this without engaging with some of his therianthropic ability. Taking on a few of the Wolf’s aspects, he became a stealthy hunter, his senses heightened to aid his task. A low bridge spanned the stream ahead where it widened, joining one fallow meadow to the next, linking up the enemy’s lines. He slowed as he approached and spotted a lone soldier standing in its center.

The man’s back was turned, the warrior taking a moment to relieve himself in the stream. Drew hugged the dark wall of the ditch, shrouded by rocks and roots that hung from the frozen bank. The man finished his business, then turned to look back up the stream in Drew’s direction. The Wolflord held his breath, careful not to exhale a telltale ball of mist. Then the soldier went on his way, heavy boots tramping across the bridge as he returned to camp.

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