Caitlyn drew a deep breath as she aimed her gun at the target miles in front of her, keeping a steady eye on it as she held the rifle with careful hands that hardly shook, despite the cold air of the winter. Snow fell gracefully against Caitlyn's shoulders, covering the ground in a white blanket– but that never mattered to Caitlyn. Training with her rifle was almost always her top priority.

She was about to get the shot, all her focus zoned into aiming right in the middle of the target– but she jumped when she suddenly heard a noise in the bushes. She quickly aimed her rifle at where she heard it, head raising in confusion and intrigue. At first, Caitlyn contemplated the possibility of it being a bunny, or a fox– but for some reason, something in the back of her mind itched her to investigate.

Caitlyn slowly stepped down from where she was standing, her boots crunching against the powdery snow below. She kept her rifle steadily aimed, in case of an emergency.

"Is anyone there? Come out."

Caitlyn huffed out, trying her hardest to sound tough and no- nonsense. She'd been practicing for when she became an enforcer. She'd was quite confident her voice was stern enough to show she meant business.

There was stillness in the forest, and Caitlyn sighed, resigning to the fact it was likely a little bunny or some critter. Until she heard it again– and she knew something was up. She quickly stepped further into the forest, eyes glancing around until they landed on... you. She raised her rifle accusingly, eyebrows fixed on you. She didn't mean to stereotype– but there was no way on Runeterra that you were from Piltover.

"What are you doing here?"