She had heard a commotion though hand't been fast enough to assist anyone. instead she found herself perched high above a most curious group.<br/><br/>She wasn't afraid of being seen, she was to high for any normal creature, aside from small forest residents such as squirrels and birds.<br/><br/>In addition to her precarious perch,  her clothing was specifically made to camouflage both her appearance, and her scent. She had always made a point of being unseen unless she so chose to be seen. In that way, she was in control of which situations she ended up in. That was the idea at least, she was by no means perfect, however,  she would not deny  that her skills were exceptional.<br/><br/>Slowly she stepped down to a lower branch, her leather clad feet muffled the sound, another precaution, stealth was another vital  skill required in her profession. In her mind there were three things she needed to survive: camouflage, stealth and speed. those three qualities made up for the fact she was small and not exceptionally strong, she had to be fast, had to be silent and had to stay unseen.<br/><br/>She moved down another branch, she wanted to get a closer look at the winged woman, she was the most peculiar thing of all. An angel she supposed, what else would have wings?<br/><br/>Another branch lower, her foot slipped, scrapping against the branch sending a rain of loos bark down to the forest floor. She froze mid step, had they heard? would they even notice?