It was dark, night time and the bare-footed female swung through the tree's, passing branches upon branches of leaved and moss-covered bark. Her eyes where wide open, wide blue eyes. Her lips where creased ad her nostrils flared. She was running, running hard. Her toes pierced the ground below her and her hands held her cloak on. She made a grunt and exploded into the air, grabbing a branch. There was something in her cloak that she was hiding. A growling came from below her. This was Tammy, she quickly, without a moment of spare time, grabbed a dagger and shot it down, hugging the thing in her cloak tightly. There was a yelp, a squeal and all fell silent in the woods beyond Else. Tammy spat, sighed and leaned back, uncovering the thing in her cloak. A small head lifted from in between the fabrics. A fawn's small head. Tammy didn't smile at it, but she puffed a bit of air and rubbed her eyes.

Below her, a mutant pig lay sprawled on the ground. It's head clasped and bleeding. Square between it's eyes and ears was a dagger, inches into the pigs thick skull and skin. Blood trickled down it's forehead. Tammy slid out of the tree, glanced around and yanked her dagger out. She wiped her brow and yawned loudly. Her eyes danced to her surroundings, which where calm and peaceful for the time being. She slid out a rope made from the thick grass near the creek and pond, sliding it around the monsters neck she took the long end and began to drag it, dragging it towards the home was the difficult part and her heels dug into the ground.

The mutant was heavy, fat, big, and extremely hard to pull along the soil. Her hands rubbed against the scratchy rope and this made it difficult for the fawn to stay wrapped in Tammy's cloak. She winced a little then sat beside the mutant. She slowly unraveled the fawn from her clothing and set it on it's legs. Maybe it could walk. Tammy watched and waited. The fawn stumbled and mewed like it was a cat, whining at Tammy. Tammy frowned at it and slid the top of her hood off and set the fawn inside of the hood. It sat there and she got up once more, dragging the mutant pig with the fawn in her hood. Like that was the place to put it. Well, where else would she have put it? Tammy Morgan took her time dragging the mutant pig beast back to the tavern, which sat only about fifteen yards from where the pig had been slaughtered. She wondered if anyone was awake yet, there must be somebody awake inside the growing tavern. There hadn't been anything to eat that night, so now with the mutant, at least there was something. That was why Tammy was dragging it back with all her strength. The fawn you may ask? How had it gotten it's way into her hood? Well the answer was simple.

Tammy managed to slip out that night, figuring there where enough marked people in the tavern to keep themselves alive while she was gone. Her walk had ended and changed to a run when she saw a mutant hog eating a deer. The fawn was next thing on it's menu, barely able to walk, it was shivering and tripping it's way over to the tree's. It wouldn't have lasted without Tammy's help, anyways. She was a helper, she was and this was her way of helping the good creatures where she lived. The wood's beyond Else where dangerous and horrible if you didn't know what to do when you where in them. Tammy was experienced and knew what she had to do at all times by now. She could see the tavern from where she stood. The dark made it next to impossible to find it without the lights on inside, which there was one of. The tavern was a secret. If someone from Else where to find it, they'd have to stay. Even if they weren't marked by the black-masked-men. Tammy struggled with the pig, eventually falling over. She was no heavy-weight anyways.