She stepped noiselessly through the underbrush, keen elven ears on the alert for predators and prey alike, her bowstring taught, the arrow long since knocked and ready. Her earth toned tunic and pants blended her into her surroundings, the dirt smudges here and there a great help. The only thing that gave Somiel away as a creature not of the forest was her long, red hair and bright, green eyes. Not to mention her pale, sparsely-haired skin.<br/><br/>Without thinking, she shot a glare at the noisy one ahead of her. He spoke. She gave no answer save a small shake of her head. She hoped he understood her meaning.