Eccelisa peered through the darkness. Her night vision had not kicked in yet, but she could make out a human likeness. The wind shifted, blowing the being's scent into her nose. She inhaled slowly and a lazy smile curled her lips. This person didn't have the earthy smell that the women from the village had. No, this person smelt of iron and stone. Lowering her bow, she released the tension from the string and held out her hand into the darkness. If her hypothesis was true, then the being had to have been the boy she had seen earlier, the boy from the city. And if not, then she would make herself the bigger fish.