The sudden appearance of the two figures caused everyone to instinctively reach for their weapons.
The atmosphere changed so abruptly that even the surrounding adventurers walking along the street slowed their steps.
Some instinctively glanced toward the group while others quietly moved farther away, having experienced enough fights throughout their lives to recognize when violence was only moments away.
"Whoa there, wolf cub."
The voice carried a playful confidence that felt completely out of place given the tension.
"It's only us."
The figure standing before them slowly reached up before lowering the hood that had concealed most of her face.
A coat of white fur greeted them first. Then came the unmistakable features of a tiger beastkin.
She was nearly as large as Paul himself, possessing the broad shoulders and powerful frame of someone built for direct confrontation.
Yet every person standing there knew that appearance was deceptive.
