Something was hunting her. She felt it first as a cold awareness in her spine. Crouching and staying still, distinguishing each darting sound around the part of the forest she was in. Naru could hear several rustling noises going simultaneously around her and she could also locate each individual source. Her brother might not agree, but she was the better hunter. This sunrise, instead of following a group of women foraging, Naru separated from the group and followed the scent of a buck. She knew how big it was based on how high the disturbance of the leaves was in the foliage.

   There is another sound. A barely there, improbable in its speed sound. A cleaner thread that barely echoes on the earth to thump on the sensitive soles of her feet. Naru hissed softly, this; was not prey. She was the one being hunted; she stretched her right leg far back, using the tip of her toes to balance the sole of her right feet flat at the edge of a tree trunk, once secured she let her body withdrew back to where her right leg ended. No sound from her, crouching, waiting.