Abbi blinks herself out of her stupor when she hears voices up ahead. Curious, she tucks the arrow in her hands back into her quiver and quickly shifts. She glides toward the trees, eyes widening as she spots two Broms crouched near the rumbling river. Wary of her position to them, and suspicious of their intention she swoops toward them and lets out a soft screech before rounding and landing in a tree on her respectful side of the river.