The chill was what she first noticed as she gathered her fill, hugging her tattered, threadbare dress closer. Only then did it strike her that the birds had stopped singing...

Marigold cursed. Were vermin near? She dropped her harvest then picked up and notched her bow, aiming it this way and that. No signs of vermin though...Maybe they were sneaking up on her! She scrambled up higher in the tree, still looking around as she went. They weren't going to get her. Never again! Only then did she spy the black shape overhead. 

She paused, then got up on a branch and nocked her bow again. Was that a raptor, here? She'd always been warned about them, but never saw one before. Especially not in Mossflower...If it was on it's way to attack, where would she even-?

"Stop! Stay in the trees!"

At the sound, she jolted, loosening her arrow down towards where it'd come.