Perception Trumps Reality

The sickening, sorrowful howl reverberated in the pines quickening Varan's steps across the frozen ground. The Ice elf – half ice elf’s steps left neither print or sound on the crusty snow. Though wintered air filled her lungs the cold had no effect on the ice elf - half ice elf, the frosty breeze not even causing a chill to her skin as she dropped to the ground, crawling low on her elbows approaching what looked like a camp.

It was from the camp that she'd heard first heard the screaming and howling from, looking down over the scene from her belly it was worse than she could of imagined.

A blonde... human? Small in stature, human in appearance lay on the ground, daggered and dead in a slow forming pool of blood. She must have been the source of the screams. There was another, a male mourning beside her, two others she glanced out quickly and lo ho, what was that? A giant? A filthy stinking human and elf killing giant, howling? Most likely calling his giant brethren to sup on the fresh kill? That was the only logical explanation! The giant killed the woman and was saving the rest of them to snack on later. Clearly. She'd never seen a giant like that one. Pretty small for a giant, but too big and hairy for a human maybe he was young one or a rare runt of a giant brood. Normally she'd have looked to Aveizar for guidance, but Aveizar was probably intestinal bolus by now. Besides, it was like the elders said...

She crouched low, preparing to spring an attack.

“If it bleeds it dies no matter the size”