Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

The woman was casually tending to a cache she'd been setting up. It was going efficiently. 
It needed filling, though. Their numbers had clearly grown and she needed to keep them all fed.
The huntress was crouched low, waiting for the right time to snap the bird up.
Then there was some insolent screaming that made the ting starle upwards without a hope. She tried launching after it but snapped the empty air. She wasn't ready.

Who was that?
She turned, heading towards the source with anger fluttering in her gaze.
She heard the uncaring footsteps of the one being blatant. They sounded small. 
Was it a coyote? A raccoon? The call sounded wolfish but she was in her own world...
Carefully, she placed her footsteps after her new prey.
And pounced over the bushes to land on top of whatever -- whoever -- she was stalking.