Deep in the forest, deeper than what the humans would dare venture into unless looking for food, lost, or searching for the person that had made the forests her home. The village depended on the Hunts woman to provide them food for the winter months. If it weren't for her, they probably would have all starved to death during the long cold days and nights. Footfalls covered by doeskin boots stalked across the ground, not making a single sound. Elsa stopped, as she found the deer she was looking for, pulling the string to the bow that she had bought many years ago thanks to the humans who taught her. Not having parents, she liked to think they fit the category nicely.

A soft [I]whoosh....shrunk[/I] as the arrow flew and sank into the prey, Elsa finally allowed herself to make full strides as she walks to the slightly older male deer. "Thank you forest brother, for providing a meal so I may continue to live. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten." She said softly to the dead deer as she took the arrow from the carcus and lifted it across her shoulder looking around seeing the tiger who followed her every step sitting and waiting patiently in the shadows. She pet his head.
"[I]Shall we go into town then?[/I]" She asked the tiger, although it would mostly sound like soft growls or snarls. He butts his head against her thigh in agreement. She rolls her blue/green eyes a small smile on her lips.

She made her way to the village wondering if the butcher would cut up the meat she would need, picking up herbs and seasoning that the forest had in abundance stopping here and there to overhear nature to make sure all was well but noticed a patch that was more quiet than usual. She placed the deer onto the tiger her bow and a ready arrow against the string instantly alert. She began to once more stalk along looking all around for the source of the incorrect spot or what was causing such a hush. She even looked up into the trees knowing that an attack could come from up there if one was caught unaware. She stopped when she saw something black in the distance up in a tree. She drew the arrow completely, aiming at something other than the body. A piece of cloth or something. After all, can't question a dead body, and with that thought released the arrow and got another from her sling and against the string in .04 seconds prepared to shoot whatever was up there should it proove to be a threat.