Nirayane nodded to the idea, even smaller game was worth the catch, but as she finished dressing the doe and stuffing the hide in her leather satchel, she heard another noise, this of men, drunkenly chortling and disrupting the tranquil night, and worse as Nira overheard them guffawing and rudely chattering amongst themselves.....they were poachers, cruel, and a spit in the eye of not just Nirayane, but the goddess as well, may Veralyn bring justice by the hand of the huntress.

In her anger, Nira snarled clenching her teeth in paroxysm and grabbed up her bow taking off into the woods, her ears burning with their scathing bite,

"Heh!  Look at this, lads!  Ain't she a beaut?"

"Aye Maevus!  Good on ye digging that pit!  Poor thing never saw it coming haha!"

"Well don't just stand there ye lazy bastard!  Gimme a hand wi it!"

"Well ye gonna kill the damn thing first?"

"Bah!  Son of a bitch is gonna die anyways!  Now help me skin it!  We'll get good coin for this fur.  Might fetch a little extra for the antlers too."

What vileness, what defilement of the forest kin, treating a kill as nothing more but monetary gain.  They were a disgrace to Nira, these four drunken bastards, even sullying the sacred hunting grounds with discarded flaggons of ale and mead....for this, they had to die.  Nira drew her bow to the first poacher she singled out, and then she let loose on him, her arrow sticking him through the throat, a sadistic grin as she watched him scream in horror and choke on his blood.

"By the gods!  We're under attack!"  They soon shouted and tried to run...but none would escape, especially when the other hunter joined Nira in dealing the justice of Veralyn and Atremis upon them.