The goddess of the hunt was lounging with her nymphs by a river, smiling and joking with them over the events of that day. A nymph was fixing her messy braid as she tightened the string of her bow, removing the leaves and other debris. The goddess' attention flicked to the thick forest as a twig snapped, narrowing her eyes. She aimed an arrow into the darkness, saying in a stern tone.

"What are you doing in my hunting territory?"

Her brows furrowed, watching the shape like a hawk.