Pulling her doeskin cloak around her Ashra 'felt' that she was being followed, she turned carefully and slowly, but could see no-one.<br/>She cursed the fact that she had lost her spear during the fight with the orcs, it's shaft broken by the force of pushing it through the chest of a charging warrior, which left her with only her hunting knife.<br/>Tucking her hair away behind her pointed ears, she fixed her amber eyes on a thicket of thorn bushes.<br/>If she could reach that low over hanging branch of the nearbye tree she could vault over them and use them as cover, hopefully find some safe shelter within them.<br/><br/>She stood for a moment concentrating on the hight and distance of her goal.