Yval has been living to save other shifters from the clutches of the fey. She has had her body modified to make her job easier, but the magic used cut her off from her beast.
Fatigued and frustrated, she is ordered to take two months off, and it is suggested that she take the time at the Crossroads.
Drorik is a fey with a mission to save the future of his people and family by taking a shifter bride. The woman he meets is full of attitude and is bristling with defensiveness, but there is something inside her that calls to him, and her curves are sending their own message.
As the light grew and the chant droned on, Yval returned to her human form for the debriefing. A flash of brightness and they were on the group transport pad in the basement of the guildhall.
She stretched her jaw a few times.
Arrowheart muttered, “You still have blood on your jaw and cheeks.”
“In that case, I had better get to the ladies room. Please excuse me. I will rejoin you for the debriefing.”
She made her way down the hall and to the ladies room to wash her face. Her jaw, neck and cheeks were streaked with blood. Yval opened her vest and grimaced at the blood in her cleavage.
Wet paper towels took care of the worst of it, but the rest would have to wait for a proper shower. The half-form gave her an inability to clean herself properly, and it was really annoying. Her mouth didn’t produce enough saliva to have it cling to her fur and it made grooming impossible.
When she was presentable, Yval headed to the debriefing room where her team was already working through their impressions of the evening’s events.
Yval sat back with a cup of coffee and listened to the description of her attack on Stealik.
The recorder looked up from her notes. “Hunter Yval, do you have any new information to add to this?”
“Yes, I could have gutted him completely; he got off lucky. I let him keep all his body parts.” She sipped at her coffee and smiled brightly.
The group of hunters chuckled and the recorder kept working. When Yval got to her portion of the events, she explained scenting the hidden folk and working to sooth them. Assessment of the situation and those that couldn’t be moved was described and duly recorded.
“Hunter Yval, was there a reason for your remaining in a form that made communicating with your team difficult?” Hunter Veeran raised one eyebrow.
“Yes, I ran out of shifts. I had been flicking back and forth frequently, and I could feel that I only had one shift left. I had to save it for this meeting and final communication. Until I was sure that the site was clear, I could not be in a position where I was unable to defend myself or those in my charge.”
“Hunter Yval, please meet with me after this debriefing.” Hunter Veeran smiled.
They continued through until all details had been recorded for the archives. The fey witness to the debriefing nodded in agreement to the printed statement.
It was all over and Yval wanted a shower, but first, her meeting.