The cracking of the whip reached her ears before the sight did, but she could then hear the terrible, panicking cries of the doe, and the scent of blood soon carried with it. It sickened her, and called out to that part of her that was desperate to fix, to heal, to make whole.<br/><br/>That someone was doing this harming deliberately wasn't something she could avoid, though, and before she got close enough to see, the elf took to the trees, using the interlacing limbs as a path in the air, above whatever danger lurk below, until finally she eased around a trunk and stood looking down into the clearing.<br/><br/>Her pale, silvery blue eyes widened in sickening horror at the sight that met her, of the doe strung up and bleating, even as the armored human lay his whip against it once more. Her voice rang out over the crack of the whip, her need to bring the cruelty to a halt for a moment overriding her sense of preservation.<br/><br/>"STOP!"