Noctisardor Bypass He really threw the staplegun

Deer were like ghosts.  They felt like they were there just on the edge of consciousness, ethereal even though she knew they weren't.  Here, though, she'd finally found something a bit more real.  That part was good.  The bad part was this trail was about three days old and it was already looping back out to the north of the territory.  It was like the animal had ducked in minutes after Arbiter had last walked through and then fled when she'd looked over her shoulder once -- only thing was it would have needed to be invisible at the time.

She had paused and now stood looking off towards where the hoofprints disappeared towards the borders, nostrils flared.  Too late, but it was a good sign.  Perhaps if they didn't push too hard it would become bolder and then they'd be eating venison in not too long.  For now, she would have to wait.  She paused, then looked back over her shoulder.  This would have been a convenient time for one of her too-curious children to show up, but she didn't see them this time.

So close.