She had her longbow prepared, her armour largely left behind, for it would only constrict her out here. Besides, it was mostly in tatters and rusted anyway. It could create more noise than was necessary. She took to the trees at once and proceeded to get herself lost as she headed into the center, occasionally climbing to the very top to keep an eye on the position of the sun in relation to where she had come from before descending again. Once she was settled, near the heart of the forest, she lay down on a particularly strong branch and waited, occasionally making small movements and being sure to watch the ground. It had been a trick Fallow had taught her, done in order to relax the birds in a given area. Remain too still and too silent, and they would see you as the predator you are, even if what you are focusing on is something far below. The lack of birdsong in an area was more unnerving for the local wildlife than the occasional rustle in the branches far above them. Very few of the bigger game ever looked up anyway, after all.