Firefly Glen standard procedure in such an emergency

Cinnamon ears twitched atop her crown at the woman's words, her mismatched gaze turning from the sky to the pale form of the huntress. She had mentioned something of a hunt, a game too, but was not given time to explain or receive an answer before a shriek from the heaven's sent their attention skyward.  

She held her breath for a moment as if it would help them go unnoticed from whatever lurked above, her gaze jumping from one tree to the next as she surveyed the canopy for any signs that they'd been discovered. But when no birds took to the sky and the idle chirps picked up again, Solaris let out the breath she'd been holding and turned to give the woman a firm nod in response to both her question and proposition.