The Madness of Men in a World of Monsters (D&D 5e IC)

[Awful]

At the howl, Selissa had frozen stock still. In the dim light, her dark green hair made her seem like part of the forest as she listened, trying to work out the distance of the howl. For a second, she was somewhere else, hearing the howl of the Horror as it made its fatal charge before she blinked hard.

No good. The birds had made too much racket and she was unfamiliar with the sheer volume of a werewolf's cry. Was she so rusty after a mere five years?

She nocked an arrow to her bow, but didn't draw it back.
"Want to scout," she announced tersely. Standing in the circle of light was making her uneasy. "Can't fight it. Need to know if it's coming."