Riverbolt springs from branch to branch, bounces off the last one on the the ground, doing a somersault as she does. She slips behind the man thats stomping about, shaking the area of her forest. She creaps up colse to the man, almost to late, before realising its a one of those 'night stalkers', that thirst for blood.
Whats it want here? There's no humans to feed on. Besides this is my forest.
She creaps along behind him. A buzzing noce is oer head and she grins. Grabing a ling stick she unhooks a wasps nest using the Y shaped stick to carry it out of the tree. Fallowing behind the 'night stalker' she readsy to toss the nest at him.
He'll run sceamin', Oooh! She titters a little at this thought..