Lunair sighed silently, pulling the string of her ivory bow back, loaded with a silver tipped arrow. In one motion, the arrow was lose in the air, and landed straight into the heart of a young doe. Lunair quickly got up from her hiding place in the grass, brushing her brown and silver long hair behind her slightly pointed ears. How was she going to move the dear, she had no idea. "Chime....where are you...?" She asked outloud. She moved next to the small doe, taking out her dagger to carve the dear, when she he heard a small sound near her. Lunair quickly got up, pulling her bow and arrow to her, and went out to find what had made the noise.