Another arrow whizzes past, as she darts through the opening, but it was a wild, moving shot, and doesn't come anywhere close to her. After a few minutes without pursuit, it seems that her foes lacked flight, or didn't wish to spread themselves out to chase her down, yet.<br/><br/>The foothills of the mountain are fairly sparsely populated, a handful of farms, though a few herders dot the hillside, watching over their flocks of sheep or goats, or other stupid herd animal. She didn't see anything else flying, except a bird of prey, circling the skies, majestically.