Anna hummed her tune, stalking her forests. The thrill of the hunt was something that never got old, the chase and the reward for tracking her prey just as sweet as the first time she'd done it.

Almost like an animal, she sniffed the air, her tune interrupted by a pleased laugh when she caught the scent of blood. She stood still, looking around the foggy forest for a moment before spotting movement. Her heart started to beat faster, pumping blood as she smiled, raising one of her throwing axes.

Silence, for just a moment as she aimed, waiting to see a flash of her target again. And, once she saw it, she chucked the axe with a grunt, her sharp eyes watching it fly through the air and hit a tree with a solid Thwack!.