A Hunter

Hunters. The Bane of supernaturals all over the world. They've dedicated everything to eradicating your kind out of fear or a misguided sense of doing the right thing to protect people. Unfortunately their fear is what drives them, to make brash decisions, and usually they end up dead or they end up killing one of your kind and dying because of it.

Though you must say, you've never quite met a Hunter like this. Aside from her rather filthy clothes and obvious lack of good hygiene, she doesn't seem terribly bright either. Sneaking into a werewolf den in the middle of the night, wearing full gear and carrying silver in an open bag? The smell of her alone probably would've been enough to wake the pack from it's sleep.

It's a thought your father seems to share. "Why are you here Hunter?" He asked her. "Like this no less?"

The Hunter just bares her teeth and pulls a silver knife from her belt...