The shadowed woods were still and quiet as Willow stalked her prey, silent as a ghost. The young Elkrin stag grazed in a clearing up ahead, unaware of the huntress.

There. The snapping of a twig underfoot. A young stag grazed in a clearing up ahead, unaware of the huntress stalking it. Willow unslung her yew longbow and nocked an arrow fletched with hawk feathers. She drew the bowstring back to her cheek, sighting down the arrow at the stag's heart.

Suddenly, a crash rang out, startling the stag. It bounded away into the forest.

"Curse it!" Willow snarled. Some clumsy fool had cost her dinner. She crept forward to investigate, spotting movement through the foliage - too large and bumbling to be any creature of the wood. No, this was unmistakably human. An invader, defiling sacred lands with their filthy presence.

Willow's lips curled back from her fangs in a vicious smile. Part of her wanted to bury an arrow into the tresspasser's spine. But a human alone in beastman lands presented an opportunity. She could capture them and torture information from their mewling lips. And if they proved useless, well, the tribe's sacrifice pits always needed more bodies...

Circling to cut off escape, Willow stepped out from behind an ancient oak, mere paces from her quarry.

"You've made a grave mistake in coming here," She growled, letting them see fang and claw. WIllow levelled her spear at their chest. "Drop any weapons and out your hands up, now, you're coming with me."

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