[justify][indent]Despite the air of change and talk of danger within the forest, its beauty never ceased to amaze the young hunter. Her light steps grew quieter as she walked into it, not wishing to disturb the small animals that scrambled about. Arrows remained in her bow as she ventured, though her eyes were wide: the smaller animals made fun game and a meal for one, but Cassandra hunted to feed herself [i]and[/i] others. Deer was her preferred target and--sure enough--they had left their mark on the forest from the night before. Cassandra adjusted the quiver on her shoulder and ducked into the brush to follow the trail. 

By the droppings and tracks she was lead to a small clearing by a babbling brook. It was still early, so she stayed her distance and eyed the brush. As she stood, watching for movement, she began to string her bow. The clearing remained quiet and mostly still; her eyes caught some movement from miscellaneous animals and bugs. The bow strung, she tugged at it with her gloved fingers and stood to her full height. And that's when something moved. Cassandra's eyes snapped to the brush as it rustled. Deciding to follow this potential game, she stepped into the clearing to follow silently. She would take a long way around the brush to avoid making too much noise before continuing deeper into the forest.
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