Chapter One: Lost in the Woods

A lone imperial trekked through the unforgiving snow of Skyrim's snow. Where in Skyrim? She had no freaking clue. Undoubtedly, she was many miles away from any sort of settlement or camp, which was unfortunate for the simple fact she could kill for some boots right now.

Yes, she was trekking through the snow without any boots. Or, well, clothes of any kind, really. What had once been a slightly large but reasonably well fitting belted tunic was now nothing more than a whisper-thin layer of rags, and the warmth and decency it provided was only a single peg above non-existent.

Moony did not like full moons. At all. When the beast inside her usually decided to invite itself out for some fun it was usually just for an hour or so, but not so when all the many moons were gleaming in full glory. No, when it was such an event, she found herself beastial for the whole three days.

Running half way across whatever country she was in at the time... wasn't an uncommon occurrence. At least... not since she'd hit puberty, anyway. She didn't really remember how her father had helped her out with her transformations when she was just a tiny little wolf cub. Something she had to remember to ask the old tom next time she saw him, anyway.

Moony huffed. If it hadn't been for the snowberry bushes growing nearby, she would probably have frozen to death by now - but while Moony was thankful for the cold-numbing properties of the berries she chewed, she had to curse the fact they were reminding her of the fact she was ravenous. It took every last shred of the little imperial's will to prevent herself from scarfing down everything in sight. A bad idea, considering a lot of the things she knew were edible were also ingredients she had used to make poison at some point or another.

"Wanderfull," she grumbled through the shivers. She mightn't have been freezing to death, but even so, she was definitely far colder than she'd like.

Oh, what she would give to be able to curl up on warm furs in front of a nice, blazing fireplace...

She snorted. Yeah, and she could hear horsemen galloping this way right now. Moony stopped dead in her tracks. Actually, she could hear horsemen. They weren't galloping and they weren't exactly coming her way, but... people!

She felt her heart hammering in excitement. What if they were Khajiit? They'd be heading to a major city, maybe even one with a safehouse, with clothes and a bed and a warm fire! Her heart dropped like a stone. What if they were bandits? Moony wasn't sure she could fang out again so soon, even to save her own life. And even one on one, without a weapon she was useless - She had no aptitude for magicky hoobledygook!

Could she really risk it?

Moony remembered that the forest was quiet. Still reeling from her hunting, no doubt. Soon the wild things would realize the big, bad wolf was no longer at large, and then Moony would be in even more trouble.

So the question wasn't could she risk it but rather; Could she not?

Moony would just have to cross her fingers and hope that they weren't, in fact, bandits. It was not a most reassuring thought.

Nota Auctoris: Aww, think Moony is weird? You 'aint seen nothing yet. ;)

If you follow Entity, this isn't me giving up on Entity. In fact, it's the opposite. I can't write a story like Entity without having some sort of outlet where I can do the sort of stuff I can't do in Entity. (Though this is a terrible place for an announcement like this, isn't it? How many of my Entity readers are actually gonna read this? XD)

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