Elsa watched as the black thing in the trees came down and stood up releasing the stress of the sting still prepared to draw and shoot though whenever necessary, using her full gait as she still walked noiselessly through the forest, missing any twigs or leaves that might sound her arrival taking a study of the stranger, never seeing the like before a curious tilt to her head as she did so. She debated for a moment if she should show herself or not when her protector, stubborn male that he could be crouched low growling softly preparing to strike. She shook her head, well so long anonymity, she walked into the light still studying the stranger noticing the hole in the coat he was wearing. Strange, it was the third week of the warm season. Was he constantly cold?
"You are very strange looking. I apologize for the hole. Can't question a dead body, and you are certainly worth questioning." She said softly with a small click of her tongue. The tiger bound out of the darkness and landed right next to her carrying the dear.
[I]"Well at least this time you didn't drop our meal on the ground. That's improvement."[/I] She said softly to her companion who only seemed to shrug in indifference. 
[B]"Between saving your life or our food, I will always choose saving you."[/B] He replied watching the stranger to make sure he wouldn't make any sudden movements. She came closer to the stranger noticing the hat and looked at it curiously. "Why is there a hat on your head? Are you hiding some sort of calamity? And your coat, do you suffer from being cold all the time or are you trying to be mysterious?" She asked putting the arrow back still holding onto the bow though. It wouldn't do to let go of all her weapons...although she could fight bare if necessary. She was in front of the man's face trying to get a better look into his eyes, her own showing how curious she found this creature who she never saw before. But then again, she hardly left the forest unless need be, too used to the wild life to be 'civil'. She found it to be distasteful and distrustful. She quite liked the savagery of the wild, than the subtle dance of society.