And that was where she came across them. She had been drinking from a stream when she heard an incredibly loud swear echo through the trees and perked up. Another hunter perhaps? She stayed and listened for a moment longer, and sure enough, she could hear voices, two of them, bickering fiercely. Curious despite herself, she crossed the river on a gentle glide before stalking close to the ground, not keen on revealing herself. She crested the rise and, for the life of her, couldn’t understand what she was looking at. Not at first.