sniping from a tree

[It had been a long time since Merida had enjoyed a game. There was no time for games as a Hunter, constantly on the move or looking out for her sisters in arms. Still, she found herself enjoying the rare moment of peace, having convinced her brothers that she would be fine and sending them off in search of their mother.

Merida is crouched in a tree, on one of the higher branches to avoid being seen by the armor she'd been given. An arrow rests in the crook of her bow, her arm drawn slightly to the back so she'd be ready to shoot if necessary. It was a bit like hunting, she supposed, remembering the trips her father used to take her on almost seven hundred years ago. Her eyes flicked to the ground, watching her teammates before she gazed out at the horizon, watching for signs of red.]