Among the dappled sunlight that made its way through the branches of the trees moved a silent and stealthy figure. It was human, and if you looked close enough, the figure was female. Though she was dressed like a man in leather pants, a short tunic over that with a cloak that kept close to her body as she moved. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a messy braid that had leaves in it. Whether they were there on purpose or they were accidental, was hard to tell.
Green eyes searched around her as she slipped among the trees, bow out and drawn, arrow held in place as she searched for the sound of the thump. There was buck more than likely. Or someone's horse had strayed into the forest. But that was unlikely. Perhaps it was the big bear. Again, unlikely. But even if she didn't take the stag that was surely just ahead of her down, she'd feel more accomplished if she could find him. Anything was better than the rabbit that was currently tied around her waist in a bag.
It was sad, really, that the forest was so lifeless. It was her lively hood to hunt. But there was a difference between hunting, and killing off a forest. And that's what was seeming to have happened here.
The Huntress' eyes finally caught the flashing sight of something moving through the trees to her left. Slowly, cautiously, she moved over, stooping down to peer out onto the path between two trees to see just what was there. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked up at the most beautiful stag she'd ever seen. He was huge, his antlers were beyond impressive. She almost didn't want to draw her bow against this creature.
But her body moved before her mind could stop her and she was standing, bracing herself and pulling back on the taunt string, looking down the arrow as she lined up her shot. An almost unnatural silence fell over the two of them as she took in a deep breath, releasing it as well as the arrow in the same moment. She watched in that eerie silence as the shaft of the arrow flew through the air for its mark, waiting for any impact it might take, or for the Stag to notice her there and flee before it could find its home in its flank.