"Well then, thats good to hear. Who knows, I might just have to owe you one day." Smile on her face, Reena began to get back to work, the sun was still high and yet she had not found a single track. Something was up, her stride slowing while she looked up, the familiar calls of birdsong absent in the still mountain air that threatened the suffocate.

Without words spoken, she took off her bow. It was a good weight in her hands, the soft texture of treated wood under her finger tips brought a small comfort. Her breathing stilling she began to slow, only for a hare to jump from the bushes. She did not move, still as any creature, her eyes keen even her breath began to silence.

The calm foreshadowing was broken like a shattered cradle. Ethan screeching like a banshee, tearing after the creature and off into the woods like a rampaging bull in a city's streets. "Fuck..." Annoyance overcoming her at the scene she took off after him. Cutting through his path with a line of thoughts of just how hard the red head was going to smack him, he was a teacher was he not? How could you be so foolish!?   

With every step she took she wanted to turn back. The soil beneath her boots sinking ever so slightly, her breath coming in gasps, sides heaving from the force, Ethan always just out of sight as he turned this way and that. Her blood running cold when a gun shot rang through the mountain side, echoing painfully in the once calm scene. "Oh no..."

When she finally reached him, she was met with a smiling face. One that would belong to a child who just went to the bathroom on his own. The expression alone made her angry, how proud of himself he was, only for the color to drain from her features when she looked at what she thought world be a obliterated rabbit. 
Giant nightmarish creatures were feasting. The crunching bones and tearing muscle was far too clear to her senses. Nose ransacked with the scant of rotting flesh, so much so that she wanted to gag. Her body was shaking, never had she seen such predators, and once again, before she could even help Ethan, they were on him. Tearing him as though he were made of parchment, curious children dissecting a toy.

She couldn't move, taking a step back, sweat running down her face she was met with the void eyes of Ethan. His last breath trying to find a way to be useful...
She had to get out of here, they had not noticed her yet. But the moment, the vary moment she makes a sound, she would be just another body under their claws.

As if a cruel joke, Reena stood motionless. The huntress frozen only for her gaze to rest on a doe that ran past them in fear. She couldn't even think, only react as a arrow fell in place on her finger, all 170 pounds of force being drawn back till every muscle in her arms screamed in protest. Allowing the creation to fly, embedding in the lush golden fur, the sounds of agony escaping the poor creature that she purposely kept alive just enough that it could draw their attention...

She could see their backs, heads down in tearing flesh, shaking from side to side as they ripped the poor thing apart. The doe could have lasted them for a while, yet now all it could do was buy her time, just enough to slowly back up the way she came. Her head low, breath did not even pass her lips, her heart beating painfully against her chest.

Every time she head them stop eating, she froze, ducking low and pleading that they would go back to feasting. The game of red light green light so straining, that she was already fighting off sleep as she walked past the stone that Ethan promised to help the team at. How she said that one day she might owe him....

She couldn't stay there, already she took off running. She could no longer hear them, could no longer see them. The urine on her clothes hopefully were enough to keep her trail off, yet even then she was not satisfied, passing by a mound of clay she dug her hands in it, smearing it on her clothes, on her face and hands before standing again. 
She didn't even take a breath when she ran again.

Run, run, run. Thats all she could bring herself to do. Run till she could no longer breath, run so the cross bow thumbing on her back caused violet to stain her skin, run till her legs gave out and she rolled down the hill hitting the smallest of things only to feel like bullets on the way down, only to stand up and run again. 

She thought that the sound of a vehicle was in her head. The same as how she kept hearing lions, and bears ring in her ears. The snapping of bones still perfectly orchestrated in her ear drum as if she was the one being eaten. Still, even in her frantic state she ran, almost slipping on the pavement she caught herself with her hands, her compound bow long gone, hands wounded and gasping greedily for breath as though the goddess of wind herself could not satisfy her thirst.