Wanda wasn't much of a hunter. She usually kept her community activities to the inn where she helped prep meats to go into long term storage. It helps with electricity and the refrigerator but they still need to make sure they have enough to get through the winter and there is no telling when their unseeing overlords will decide to leave them without power. Today, however, she has Clint's bow and arrows and another task in mind.

She stepped quietly through the woods, an arrow knocked but her bow lowered as she listened for her prey.

A soft rustle made her pause and listen. There was something close and judging by its footsteps it's larger than the smaller fair who rummaged through these woods. Wanda slows her breath and steels herself before quickly turning and pulling back the string of her bow. When she spots the red hair she quickly lowers the weapon, cursing beneath her breath. "Sorry." It was lucky that she'd seen him in time and hadn't decided that shooting him was the best course of action.