She heard a faint noise in the wind, and her senses jumped alive, they weren't as good as jacob's, she ran toward the sound thinking wryly that there'd only be one way she would be as good as he was. She wasn't ready for that she stopped seeing the blur of excitement in the distance.

She slowed to catch her breath, and slipped the silver blade smoothly out of the sheath, the wind stirred quietly, she walked slowly, carefully stepping to not make a noise, watching the two forms engage. She stood back in the shadows, finding the shade of a large oak she pressed back against the massive trunk, finally close enough to jump in if she had to, she knew she wouldn't, and decided to stay back and watch, he was perfect, and teaching her to be the perfect hunter.