A familiar archer appeared at the foot of the hill, her eyes darting about, seemingly searching for something.
"I was sure he'd be here. Where could he be now?" she muttered to herself.
Even up till now, she hadn't bothered to put herself in order, still wearing her muddy dress and giving off the same faint aroma that made even the beasts they had been facing howl loudly in lust.
"Hmmm?" She noticed something peeking out from behind the root of a tree nearby, and when she walked over, she found a head.
The decapitated kobold's head had its eyes widened in horror.
"I'm right, he was definitely here!"
Suddenly, her expression changed as she felt faint tremors in the earth, then the distant sound of howls.
Following the direction of the sound, she slowly crept up the hill, and her expression changed again when she heard their howls and charge growing closer... rapidly.
