Emilie had gotten far too good at traipsing after people without making noise. Maybe it was the silencing charm on her boots, maybe it was just a little bit of skill, or maybe she was becoming more and more the predator everyone already saw her as.

Nevertheless she had seen Yev enter the woods... and couldn't help wondering where he thought he was going.

"People die out here, you know," Emilie said once she'd found him, standing just by where he'd laid his head down, the tips of her boots by the top of his head. She smirked slowly, "At least, that is the rumor."