Bloodhound's eyes narrowed as the voice calling to her filled the air.  She cast her gaze towards the ground, looking leftwards as though flummoxed by indecision.  After a moment, she crouched down, making sure to keep her body completely obscured by the tree before leaping up into its cold embrace.  She moved as a serpent would through the branches, her white garments providing her with near invisibility against the equally white branches within which she stood.  Her eyes traced over the three mutants, a brief look of uncertainty crossing her features when her eyes fell on the one whom appeared to be a fellow female.  After a few seconds of staring, however, she tore her gaze away and rested it instead on the bald fellow that seemed to be looking in her general direction.  Her gloved fingers slid over the blade of her weapon, drumming it anxiously, as her intent, eagle-like stare stayed locked on Lamar.