Haunted Wood It ignites me like an embered coal

She wandered through through the woods, mapping how it changed. The trees giving way to different types, the way they made her feel.
She loved the diversity.
It was pleasant and she didn't mind slacking off for a bit. She could go recruit some other time.

She was too wrapped up in her own world, watching song birds prepare for the impending winter, spotting squirrels scurry from her path and the thick rustle of hares and rabbits escaping in panic. They had no concerns today, though.
The huntress was not hunting today.

Then, a thick smell hit her. Blood. Blood and the thick, heavy scent of his pheromones hitting her.
A man. One that smelled attractive. Was he as impressive as the burly, enduring -- not to mention downright handsome -- Vengeance.

She stalked around, making herself look like a snack, though not desperately seeking the source. Looking, but not thoroughly.  Alas, she couldn't see him.