FIVE

Outside, Shira drew in a long breath, filling her lungs with the fresh scent of spring. It was fresh, and it was green and.... she realized it was still summer, the fact that she smelled spring could only mean one thing -- werewolves, lots of werewolves. She shrugged. She was in werewolf territory after all, and one of the Shark's rogues had assured her that no one would be attacked within the inn, and she was technically still on the inn's grounds.

She would start worrying about the unfriendly werewolves in this unfriendly land once she was outside the royal choice inn.

Shira found that now she was outside, she did not really have a a good escape plan -- of cause, it was going to be easy to escape her young companion, but how was she going to escape the city of Renaki unharmed. She needed a sword. She glanced at her companion who was already looking very uneasy, he did not carry a sword.

Werewolves rarely did, she was told. They liked to fight with their claws instead. She ha