Slipping from one tree to the next was not unlike a dance, especially when one sought to do so with stealth. Her form swayed on a delicate line of balance, feet finding sure footing and long fingers curling confidently around branches, easily taking her weight when necessary. She wove her lithe frame around a network of boughs, never catching her clothes against the reaching fingers of branches or the occasional thorny vine. Dark hair spilled around her shoulders, emphasizing the translucent pallor of her throat and collarbones. Despite the concentration she granted her endeavor, a smile teased her lips. The smile quieted when she realized one of the strangers had twisted around, searching for a noise she must have made. 

Jamie moved, slipping around a trunk so that her body was shielded from the more perceptive werewolf's eyes, her own dark gaze peeking around to keep a peg on them. She felt a prick of annoyance at his sharp senses, but it allowed her a quick piece of information: he was like her. Werewolves didn't choose their positions so much as they were chosen, with the stronger and more aggressive individuals becoming enforcers, warriors, and the smaller and sharper ones being like Jamie  - like, perhaps, the fellow currently searching the trees in an effort to locate her. She couldn't move with him staring so intently only a few feet to her right, but since the two weren't moving particularly fast, she wasn't concerned about falling behind.

Surprise vibrated up her spine, causing fingers to convulse instinctively and hold on tighter. Although she'd heard voices, she hadn't paid too much attention – that was, until the snarling erupted. Tension straightened her shoulders, chin notching up and nostrils flaring as she scented the air.  She didn't want to give up her position so easily, but the need to know what was going on was a persistent itch. Luck, if that's what it was, arrived, sweeping the man's attention aside as he and the other fellow were both drawn to the same noises she had noticed.  

As the one man hurried forward and intervened, Jamie quickly descended, landing soundlessly on the balls of her feet, form hunkered low in a crouch. She rose, limbs unfurling as she took long strides forward and came up behind the second man. She didn't intend to invite trouble by doing so, but he was blocking the quickest path to the commotion. She glimpsed the form of Aurora facing off with a behemoth of a werewolf, a sight that both concerned and frightened the woman – despite her courage, Aurora surely wouldn't win such a battle.  Hearing the voice of the alpha caused a fleeting smile to lighten the woman's expression, dispersing any concern she had been harboring – he would, of course, take care of the interloper. Their dire exchange about death didn't worry the woman, since she knew that even if the alpha wasn't enough, he had the pack at his back, and a pack would always trump a loner. 

Slipping around the apparently confused man, she offered him a quick glance of dark eyes shadowed beneath an even darker fringe of lashes, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. She didn't enter the circle that consisted of the Alpha, Aurora, the threatening she-wolf, and the new fellow who moved to protect Aurora. As a huntress, Jamie wasn't one to jump into the fray, rather preferring to wait until she felt she was needed. Warriors were the combative type, and perhaps the Queens under the right circumstances. Without thought, the woman shifted the majority of her weight behind the slim bulk of a young tree, naturally seeking to blend in as if she was merely on another hunt. Her head tilted, cheek settling against the smooth bark, mind settling down so she could easily listen in on the stream of words that flowed from the others. 


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