A loud squawk of the big black hawk echoed through the dense forest, followed by beating of wings, and Naryn gracefully landed on Amlan's forearm, clutching the glove with his sharp talons. Wind ruffled his feathers, softly picking up the ranger's hair, too, as he stood atop a rocky cliff, towering above the forests. It was slowly getting dark, but the dark clouds shielded the view at the sun, and covered the woods with shadows. Deep and dark, tumbled by the strong wind, they were chased through the sky, masses upon masses of storm clouds.
Naryn twisted his head to the side, and Amlan raised a brow at the hawk. The bird spread his wings again, and took off from his hand. The elf took his long bow off his back, and preparing a single dark-feathered arrow on its bowstring, he sled down the hill, rocks rolling down its side behind his heels. He looked up, and followed the hawk through the forest, swift, but silent on his feet.
Amlan was a hunter. He has been one through his whole life, and he has mastered the art of hunting into perfection - no prey could escape the arrows and blades. They were swift and deadly, just like the hands that wielded them. It could appear that Amlan has gone cold and bewildered through the years of solitude that lined his path, but the truth was that he never desired company. The company he wished for could not be granted to him, and he didn't want any other. And therefore, he hunted.
The trees were flashing around him, their long, ancient trunks, leafless lower branches, all forming the landscape and terrain in which nobody could best the Huntsman. Whilst running, his body begun to fade in the shadows of the trees, until he was only a dark smudge, moving through the deep dark spaces through the forests. No eye could really catch his true form, and that was only good - all was safer as a shadow.
Suddenly, he ran onto a clearing. In a matter of a moment, he became visible again, the dim light breaking his camouflage, and he stopped on the edge of the forest, stepping back a little. His bright eyes opened wide, staring at the unusual sight before him.
Very few wanderers ever came through these woods.
