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She made no sound as she dropped to a crouch, eyes wide with alert, but not fear. She hadn't quite been expecting this, but something had been tickling Thomas's nerves. Scooting back quickly, staying very low to the ground, her head whipped back towards the direction of origin of the two arrows. She'd all but forgotten Ulrich's sarcasm in her hunt for the source of the arrows, nostrils flaring softly as she edged back, ears swiveling this way and that while she scanned the forest. She slid noiselessly into the underbrush, hardly stirring the leaves or debris littering the floor of the wood. She'd circle slowly, making no more sound than any other regular inhabitant of the forest, in an attempt to find the shooter.