The Hunter was more than a little surprised by just how much they were enjoying themselves fighting their opponent, a massive Beast that resembled certain depictions of a Wendigo. The rush of adrenaline found in a situation of fight or flight, victory or defeat, life or death. Especially when said fight involved using what had quickly become a favorite item of theirs, the mace that could attach the accompanying buzzsaw device to turn the mace into a buzzsaw-on-a-stick (or as they jokingly called it in their head due to not knowing what the weapon was actually called, a motorized pizza-cutter with teeth).
As the massive Wendigo-like Beast let out another loud shriek, the Hunter could help but feel as though the shriek wasn't aimed at them but at something behind them. And they were proven to be correct when something flew over their head, swung something that resulted in the decapitation of the Wendigo-like Beast. With the Wendigo-like Beast dead, the Hunter was able to finally take notice of what had suddenly shown up and steal the final blow from them.
"Who are you? What are you?" Asked the Hunter, not really expecting to receive an answer.
"Me? I'm Fauna and as for what I am… I'm a girl and your hunting partner, Good Hunter." Replied the being called itself, or rather herself, Fauna.
"Hunting partner?"
"Yup. That's what I was trained for. To be a Huntress and the hunting partner of Hunters Contracted to the Hunter's Dream, in other words, you. Nice to finally meet you properly, Good Hunter."
"The feeling's mutual." Replied the Hunter with a tone of slight relief in their voice as they were starting to take note of their so-called hunting partner. And one, or rather two, of the first things that the Hunter noticed were the black wings sprouting from their hunting partner's shoulders, which led to them noticing that their hunting partner was wearing a backless leather top of some kind. The fact that the top was backless made it obvious that it was as such to accommodate the aforementioned wings. Something that was difficult to miss was the fact that Fauna was wearing a pair of rather tight looking but apparently quite comfortable pants, which rather unintentionally drew the Hunter's eye towards the winged girl's shapy behind. "Why did you call me Good Hunter though?"
"You've managed to impress me. You're good in a fight, have a good head on your shoulders, seem like a good person and you're a Hunter. Hence, Good Hunter."
"I can live with that. Nice to meet you, partner." Stated the Good Hunter, who proceeded to place the buzzsaw device on their back and detach the mace from it before putting the mace in their left hand and reaching out with their right hand. Prompting Fauna to transform her Funeral Falchion into its sword-mode, turn around and copy the Good Hunter's gesture, grabbing a hold of their right hand and shaking it. Causing the heterochromic pair of pale red and pale greenish blue eyes with black sclera belonging to Fauna to meet the eyes of the Good Hunter, which were (much like what could be seen of their hair) a brown color.
"Same to you, partner. You should be able to meet the fourth member of your team now. Let's return to the Dream and greet them, shall we?"
"Uhm… how do I return to the Dream? And how are you getting there?"
"You can travel to and from the Dream via the Lamps of the Dream in the Waking World and the Headstones of Awakening in the Hunter's Dream."
"Got it. What about you though?"
"Me? I can travel between the Dream and the Waking World whenever I want. See you soon, Good Hunter." Declared Fauna cheerfully as she seemed to be consumed by fog. As the fog cleared, the winged girl was nowhere to be seen.
"Indeed, partner." Replied the Good Hunter to themselves as they walked over to the corpse of the massive Wendigo-like Beast and picked up what looked like a pair of emblems hanging from its neck and sticking out of what looked like the mostly shredded remnants of a robe's pocket. One emblem resembled the hilt and crossguard of a sword in the form of a pendant and the other emblem took the form of an important looking logo embroidered on a handkerchief. "These looks important, I think I'll keep 'em." After stuffing the pendant and handkerchief into their pocket, which they had discovered was a whole lot bigger on the inside than it should be (not that they were particularly surprised by it), the Hunter spotted something near the wall that the Wendigo-like Beast had jumped over. And that something was a Lamp of the Dream Fauna had mentioned. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Here goes nothing." The Good Hunter couldn't help themselves from muttering as they knelt down in front of the Lamp of the Dream after lighting it and closed their eyes, after which they were, just like Fauna, seemingly consumed by fog.