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Going out to hunt used to be something Shaheen could go and do to clear her head. Now, the thought of ever having a "clear head" was completely laughable. Still, the act of spending ones time out in the woods, a bow in hand with a quiver of arrows at ones back, tracking things, concentrating on the various sights and sounds...it did still at least hold some bit of familiar comfort for the war woman, and comfort was what she sorely needed.

As the weeks passed by since her little quest for Medea in the haunted house full of insanity fog, Shaheen had found herself growing more and more reclusive. She found that even the ones that she was closest with were not always welcome company, and she more and more often spent her days finding ways to not be around anyone, to just be alone, even if somewhere deep down inside she knew just how unhealthy that was.

And so there she was, perched in a tree in the middle of the forest, alone with a bow resting across her knees, an arrow already loosely notched against the string, ready for a swift draw if necessary. She was trying not to let her thoughts wander as they were more prone to doing now, and was attempting to concentrate more on how the wind whispered through the branches of the trees, of the lazy sway of the bough that she rested upon, of how her feathers made the faintest rustling sounds, and of the way the sunlight cascaded down from somewhere far above, dappling the forest floor in abstract patterns of shadow and light.

And when she felt like she was ready, she moved.

For her 6'2" height and her massive wingspan, the chieftain of war moved with a sense of grace that was almost uncanny. She leaped from tree to tree with only a little help from her wings, and with almost no sound at all, until something caught her eyes. A shape, an animal of some kind, one that was of a good size. It probably should have occurred to her that minipets didn't often grow to be quite so large unless they were of a mutant strain, and that there was a chance that it might not actually be what it appeared to be at all. But it didn't occur to her, not when she was so deeply set in her mind that was for the thrill of the hunt alone.

She straightened from her new perch, held the bow steadily in grey tainted hands, drew back on her string, and let the arrow fly.

She foolishly assumed that if it was a student, it could have just changed back to it's humanoid form without trouble, forgetting that these students of Amityville required pins to control their Fear. The war chieftain herself could ease herself between forms without such help, so it was a small fact that nobody could blame her for having slipped her very distracted mind.

It behaved like any other animal would have, bolting at the hint of danger, and that was all that mattered anymore.

She quickly strung up another arrow, aimed carefully, and let it fly.