From her perch on the branch as she watched with some amusement as she listened to the tale of where the Ramen came from, part of her wondered what those beings would make of lore she had discovered in her long years; things that would give most others nightmares. It was discovers like that, discoveries of what it was like in the old world.<br/><br/>Tilting her head, she noticed the one Ramen moving off rather noisily into the woods; the act and the words from the camp helping to refocus her on the here and now. There would be time for reflection later after she decided if this group was better left to their own devices or if she should actually assist them. Of course the initial encounters between herself and this group would go a large way to deciding whether she left them alone or not. It wasn't like she couldn't shadow and follow them after they parted ways if it came to it.<br/><br/>She was pondering moving further off and observing them from a distance when her still enhanced ears alerted her to what the Ramen was really up; the scrapping of claws on bark meant the one was climbing a tree as well. So they were not completely clueless about outdoor survival and traveling. A slight appreciative of her head indicated her approval of the action.<br/><br/>But this left her a decision with what to do, either she could slip away and leave the Ramen to try to follow her through the dark or she could wait and see what the Ramen did. After a few moments of listening to the faint whispered scrapping of claws against the bark of the tree, she settled back against the trunk of the tree and waited. With an arrow nocked on her bow, she kept one eye observing the group below but most of her focus on tracking the sounds of her visitor. Once or twice she had to strain to not lose track of the Ramen and if she hadn't used magic to enhance her hearing, she might not have heard him at all. This one was skilled in hunting and tracking at least and if she was a century or so younger, she might not have had a chance to follow his progression.<br/><br/>Fingers uncurled and re-curled around the grip of her bow, making sure she had a proper hold on the weapon as she smirked hearing the sounds of the Ramen climbing above her and then taking his time to try and sneak up on her. Though something seemed off about this one's movements, it was almost as if he was moving by feel more than sight; even in the dark sight is the primary sense; a mystery to be filed away for later, but such tibit questions always brought her to thirst to answer them. Slowly and quietly, she shifted her position so that her bow was now aimed at the creeping form moving closer.<br/><br/>For how long the pair stayed like that, each peering at the other silently, still as if they were part of the tree itself. At this range, even the fastest being would have a hard time dodging if she released the arrow on her bow. She might not kill the being, but most certainly would injure him enough to slip away. As cold as such thoughts seemed, in this realm it was often the only way to make sure you were the one that walked away in the end. Then again, perhaps it was what the other ancients claimed happened to her kind, where bloodlust and aggression start to overtake the other senses and cause one to be filled with rage and anger.<br/><br/>Silently pushing such thoughts aside, she shifted her bow ever so slightly but making sure to make enough noise so the Ramen could recognize that she was armed  as she took a moment to study him before breaking the silence that hung in the air between them. Her words soft, soothing and with a melodically undertone.<span style="color: purple">"So are you the welcome committee or are you here to for less social-able purposes?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>