Sacha hums quietly as she strolls along the river, finger's twitching now again. She knows that the Brom wouldn't stray too far away, not when she had the dagger, so she was ready to pull out her bow at a moment's notice. She glances down at the leaves splayed around on the ground and she takes note of the wetness on them, knowing that she would be ad a disadvantage if she decided to shift. She pauses a moment, trying to hear if anyone was approaching from behind.