boneclaws

Laura didn't completely love her job as Chief Huntswoman. Sure, by many standards it was probably one of the better jobs to have in the entire Kingdom. After all, she had a certain amount of freedom that most of the Queen's subjects could only wish for in their wildest dreams. Her job allowed her to roam the kingdom as she preformed her various (and often devious) duties for Queen Lorna and she was thankful for that. Unlike many residents Savage Lands, she was not confined to one space and could travel rather freely through the Kingdom, though many would say that wasn't a good deal what so ever. It was still the Savage Lands, her boss was still Queen Lorna, but that didn't matter to her. All things considered, she would deal with that just to maintain her freedom and wanderlust.

It could have always been worse, she supposed.

On this particular day, she was heading back to castle after finishing yet another service for the Queen when she spied something attached to one of the trees roughly twenty-five feet in front of her. It was only a matter of seconds before the horse carried her to the tree and once she was close enough, she slid off the horse and to the note. How odd. A girl was apparently lost in the woods. (And apparently she had a rather daft mother for sending her into the Savage Land woods all by her lonesome) While it wasn't in Laura's job description to help poor lost children in red capes, the huntswomen felt a little tug of guilt and the nagging feeling that she should help this poor soul. Who knew what or who the girl could run into while out on her own. Sighing, she folded the paper and placed it in her hip purse before climbing back on her horse, intent of finding this young girl. Queen Lorna wasn't expecting her back for a few days anyway.