It has to be them. The monsters of Alenroux not only did not show their faces in the day, they also did not use the weapons of man. They were beasts the same as the deer was, only more powerful. So if someone was shooting her with an arrow...
The arrow that her enemy rips from the tree and adds to his own quiver is noticably thicker and longer than his own, fletched with the brown feathers of a sea eagle. Arrows more fitting for a warrior whose bow is far larger, far more powerful at the draw.
But more importantly... Hayame doesn't like losing arrows. As she disappears into the brush, trained to do so despite her large size, she finds a place to hide herself, regain her sense of the location, get her breathing under control... and listen. She doesn't hear any other movements, with ears more advanced in sense than a human's, so this should be a scout at best, not a whole battalion... So after a moment, she raises her voice to call out into the wood.]
I'll be wanting that arrow back, Zenite!
[There's another one notched on her bowstring already, just waiting for signs of movement or a more noticeable shift in leaf and branch.]
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It has to be them. The monsters of Alenroux not only did not show their faces in the day, they also did not use the weapons of man. They were beasts the same as the deer was, only more powerful. So if someone was shooting her with an arrow...
The arrow that her enemy rips from the tree and adds to his own quiver is noticably thicker and longer than his own, fletched with the brown feathers of a sea eagle. Arrows more fitting for a warrior whose bow is far larger, far more powerful at the draw.
But more importantly... Hayame doesn't like losing arrows. As she disappears into the brush, trained to do so despite her large size, she finds a place to hide herself, regain her sense of the location, get her breathing under control... and listen. She doesn't hear any other movements, with ears more advanced in sense than a human's, so this should be a scout at best, not a whole battalion... So after a moment, she raises her voice to call out into the wood.]
I'll be wanting that arrow back, Zenite!
[There's another one notched on her bowstring already, just waiting for signs of movement or a more noticeable shift in leaf and branch.]