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Setia: HP = 64, PP = 47, EP = 103, Status = Fine
It had started getting colder again, which meant that winter was coming. The winter season had never been kind on Setia Alarra, the feathered creature adapting poorly to the cold and the scarceness of food making her very survival a gamble at best. Still, she had plenty of time to prepare for the coming snows. The river that the spring near to her cavern home joined into was still warm enough for her to fish in without freezing her scales off, and that was where she was now, trying to catch herself some fish.
It was as she eying a particularly juicy looking trout in an eddy right near her that the sound of a branch snapping nearby caught Setia's attention. Directing her gaze that way, she spotted a man dressed in camouflaging greens crouched in the bushes, not more then twenty feet from her. He held a bow and arrow in his hands, but the string on his bow wasn't yet pulled back, and he has staring at her with a perplexed look as he gazed at her from across the river. "What... Are you?" He said quietly, his voice more cautious than threatening.