Do i look like a cat to you?

am i jumping all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree?!
@rebecca  outfit

Toadstool Woods never really warrented many calls to the Ministry. It seemed like every once in a while they'd get calls about the howling, especially around times of the full moon. There were rumors of wolves and werewolves living in the forrest. Elijah had never seen one, but he had never really looked either. When the moon sat fat and bright in the sky he avoided this place. All of them did. If a call came in they would check it in the morning, or call the werewolf capture unit. It wasn't that he was a coward, just not stupid. If there were werewolves in those woods, why would he willingly put himself in harms way? Those beasts didn't know human from non. Not when the moon infested their minds and changed their bodies. Those beasts didn't know right from wrong, up from down, they simply knew what their instincts told them. They became animals to the whole and full sense.

If this had been one of those calls he wouldn't have come, but it wasn't. This was much different because the moon wasn't full at all. In fact, it was nearly empty. Only a sliver of a moon sat in the sky these nights, but that was another thing. It wasn't night. It was broad daylight. And he hadn't been called about wolves. Just a woman. From what he was told the call had been placed by a concerned hiker who had been leaving the woods. As he left a woman entered the woods with a bow slung on her shoulder and a quiver of arrows. It had set him with a strange feeling, especially since no one really hunted the woods. It wasn't illegal, exactly, to do so but it required specific permits. Magical creatures lived in the enchanted woods and in order to harvest them quite a bit of paperwork needed to be done.

Elijah wasn't exactly worried about what he would find once he arrived. He doubted entirely that he would be able to find a hunter in the woods at all, especially if she was well camouflaged. Still, he had arrived on scene and began scouring the woods for the red-haired woman he had been told of. He had been walking for nearly half an hour, almost the full amount of the time he was excepted to look before giving up, when he saw the figure of a woman crouched on the ground a ways ahead of him. The tall man's brow furrowed as he ducked under a branch and he tried to see what she was doing as he approached. "Madam? Are you alright?" He approached cautiously, his voice calm and polite.

She wore clothes, following the rules that had been set for her, even if she was more comfortable naked, it didn’t matter. She did as she was told and this was the easiest way to move through places. She didn’t have the things that she needed to clean the animal that she was tracking, so she would take it to the butcher’s shop. It was only a dear and nothing too large. She had caught bigger game, but she knew that she would be paid well for her troubles, she always was. She wore the clothes that she always did when she hunted, the soft padded bottoms of her boots allowed her to move mostly unheard through the forest and aided in climbing trees when needed.

She she been running after this dear, a smell on the air distracted her and she released her bow a moment longer than she planned to and had injured the deer, rather than killing it. She looked at the hoof marks and the drops that marked where it had gone, and she lost it for a moment, it had gone through a creek, but the trail picked up again and she ran through the water, easily clearing the fence.

It was a simple fancy that she still loved, the hunt. It was no longer to get food into her own belly, but now for others. She didn’t have to do this, Tess had the funds and things to keep her entertained for years, but she knew that she took up enough of her Alpha’s time. Of course, the woman was her best friend, so she didn’t really count it against Bex. She knew how the red haired woman could be and Bex knew all too well just how how things could be if she got on the woman’s bad side. She tried to take heed of the rules, and of the ways that Tess liked to do things, so she was hunting. A bored Bex, was a destructive Bex. She pulled her bow tight and was about to let it fly when someone spoke and she turned, letting the bow fly.

It didn’t hit them, of course, but she did it to prove a point just before they spoke. Putting another arrow in the notch she watched him cautiously, her weary eyes looking him up and down. ”Yes. “ Came her one word reply as she watched him waiting to see what he was going to do.

DO I LOOK LIKE A CAT TO YOU?

AM I JUMPING ALL NIMBLY BIMBLY FROM TREE TO TREE?!

There was no doubt that Elijah was quite curious about the hunter he came to find. He couldn't remember having ever been called on account of any illegal poachers before. In fact, this was the first time he had ever been called to deal with anything of this sort. There were seasons for most things, restricted times where certain creatures were allowed to be harvested and times that they weren't. There were also creatures which had become such a nuisance that a permanent season on them had been declared, such as rabbit. He had never been a hunter himself. Something told him, however, that one would likely not need a bow and arrow to slay a creature that small. Not without turning it into a horribly morbid shish kabob. The possibility that the woman was hunting stag was quite high, though most species seasons had closed at the end of April. Though there was, of course, the Roe season just beginning.

Elijah hoped that she was hunting something of non-magical origin. He had no willingness to deal with an injured Jarvey, spitting insults left and right. Or worse something larger like a dragon. It wasn't common for the Green Welsh species to come so far north, but it wasn't unheard of. What was worse was the likelihood of seeing a 
Hebridean Black. They were an aggressive breed, one that required a great distance between nests. It was possible that their reach may have extended into Northumberland. The very thought of encountering a dragon was enough to send a shiver down his spine. But that hadn't been the only thing to bring a shiver of fear. The woman had loosed an arrow in his direction as he startled her, which in turn startled him!

It was no narrow miss, she had enough of a mind not to get it so close to him but Elijah had still jumped back from it. Having spells whirred at him was something he could deal with, something expected. But arrows? He looked back at where he had heard the arrow crash behind him before turning to the woman with wide eyes. Instinctively he whipped out his wand and pointed it at the woman who had began nocking another arrow. His stature was defensive as he watched her, though his voice was calm and non-threatening. "My name is Elijah," he said reaching slowly into his pocket and grabbing his badge. "I'm going to need you to disarm your weapon," he nodded to her bow. His focus was absorbed in the woman looking for any signs of trouble. Even with his eyes so intent on watching her every move he had noticed the deer that had run when she had loosed her first arrow. It moved in a way that he could tell it had sustained injury, though he hadn't know the cause. "Madam, I just have a few questions for you. Standard procedure, of course. Then I'd be happy to allow you to return to the hunt." That was if she had the permits to do so.