Skye nodded. "So am I, my friend." She paused, hearing something. "Shh..."<br/><br/>She sheathed her knives on her back beneath her wings and drew a bolt from a quiver beneath the other wing. The harness they rested on, which crossed her chest, was the only clothing she wore.<br/><br/>She set the bolt to her crossbow and turned quickly, firing into a bush. A rabbit dashed from its hiding place and back into the brush.<br/><br/>"Damn!"<br/><br/>OC- Whee!