Bramblepoint For forever, I'll be here

ooc: welcome to the game!

Hedda had lived in this world long enough (and spent most of her life on her own) to know, when she was being followed, even before hearing and seeing the person. Call it a sixth sense or just an experience, accumulated over the years, the rush of the adrenaline was an unmistakeable sign that she might be in trouble. 

Oh well... she stopped to ponder on her next move and, what were her chances (not great, by the way), then simply turned to the left and went towards the nearest source of the water, which happened to be a little river with fast stream. She did not have any set plan in mind, she was curious to see, what would happen, what would the invisible hunter decide to do next.

It seemed after a while though that the hunter was not following her anymore. Which was a relief, because Hedda was not quite ready to become someone's meal yet. With this knowledge she prowled towards the edge of the forest and then further.