Asteria stood proud as she observed the forests from the upper rock of a small valley of them. Most were too small to actually be stood on by anyone bar one that had to be climbed to. She rocks were quite dangerous and many a twisted ankle had been inherited briefly by a small misstep..<br/><br/>The trees towered over her from her spot and gave her a good advantage view point while keeping her hidden from above as well as below. She was on her daily patrol along the outer perimeter of her tribes encampment. She wore very little in clothing, not feeling the need to hide her body from the sun. She had grown up taught to use the shades and shadows of the thick forest to advantage. The simple loin cloth wrapped about her waist snugly and was actually a little longer than most of her females styles.  The point of the loin cloth came down to press at the air between her knees at the front and the back. The cloth was actually made from the furs of one of the highly sort dark cats that traveled these lands. Her top was similar. Wore like a bra at the top covering both breasts it also came down to a tip that brushed the hem of the loin fur though her sides and back were more exposed to the diminished suns rays.<br/><br/>She stood tall like all her female kind at five foot nine inches. Her frame carried not a strip of excess weight. Her legs and arms broad and muscular. Dark hair came to her shoulders and a pair of sea blue eyes stared out from beneath a roughly chopped fringe. She thought she saw movement from below, the unnatural movement of branches on a still day. As the movement continued she made her way down from her stand point. A spear kept her balanced while at her waist hung a simply sheathed metal blade known to some as a dagger and a axe was worn diagonally across her back.<br/><br/>