A hooded woman walked through the forest with confidence, the snowy white owl on her shoulder curling closer to her hood. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she reassured the creature gently. She seemed unbothered by the darkness or the atmosphere. Then again, even the most insensitive could tell the polytherian ranger was not quite human, so perhaps that was why. Her mismatched eyes, one blue and one green, glowed faintly from beneath her hood to reveal her nature as their slitted pupils gathered all light to cut through the darkness. She was an Alpha female few were foolish enough to question, most therians instinctively submitting even if her scent revealed very little about her. She smelled faintly of night flowers... and the grave itself.

Perhaps it was this scent or the simple overwhelming feeling of her aura but most of the creepy crawlies of the forest seemed to be avoiding her as she strolled calmly through. It was only as she scented blood that she paused. One hand removed her bow from her back, the other soon finding its string. She pulled back, energy sparking over the line as an arrow of energy formed. The crackling green energy was focused from the air to form a wood arrow with a strange green tip. She would crouch and move slowly, her footsteps silent as a cats. She soon spotted the redhead, causing her to sniff the air just as a wolf might while she read of his aura what she could. Therian... wolf... weakened but the blood was not his.... chaotic beast. She made a soft sound but slowly put away her bow. She stepped out into the open, her owl flying to a tree branch as it watched the two.

"You may want to wash that, you never know what predators it would call." She said quietly, though her tones sounded more like a command then a tree suggestion. She sounded like what she was, one who was not often in the company of others and had little care for politeness. She had been the last of her forest tribe because of the strength she carried herself with even as a child, not because she had a silver tongue. She stood at the treeline, however, cautious enough it seemed. She knew many therians found her aura calming, if intimidating. Generally the beast within was smart enough to take one look at her own strange beast and not challenge her.... but there were always the foolish ones here and there who would ignore their beasts instinct. His own beast was weakened by the chaos.... but if the chaos belonged to his own heart, his own will an attack was not out of the question. He could always be suicidal, after all, it wouldn't be the first time.