Artemis had picked up on the other immortal about half a mile back. She'd been tracking a deer when the presence had intruded on her senses, a ripple of something old and unfamiliar that prickled the hairs on her arms and teased her nose with the faint scent of oak and spring blossoms, out-of-place among the pine and spruce forest of Okanogan.
They were good, whoever they were. Light on their feet, careful and quiet. Most people never bothered to learn how to move in the forest. They trampled through with careless abandon, batting aside branches, kicking up the undergrowth, and then they wondered in loud voices where all the wildlife was. This person moved like a seasoned hunter, leaving little trace of their passage.
They continued in parallel for a time, the oak-and-blossom presence bobbing in and out of Artemis's awareness, teasing at her concentration. Now she was alert to it, she kept catching telltale signs of the other hunter in her midst, here the imprint of a boot, there the soft quiver of leaves. A couple hundred yards on, through the trees, a brief flash of brilliant red curls and fair freckled skin. By that point, she was no longer sure if she was tracking the deer, or the girl.
Now she had a good vantage, Artemis could see she'd been right. The girl was a huntress. Not Greek, though she was lithe and fine-featured enough to be a nymph, but certainly one who knew the ways of the forest. There was a bow slung across her back.
And, because she was a huntress, the girl at that moment tensed. She stood slowly, making a cautious sweep of her surrounds, and Artemis saw her hand go for the blade at her belt.
Artemis straightened as well, then. She set down her heel deliberately, snapping twigs beneath her feet, announcing her presence. Then she dropped smoothly over the rocky outcropping that had concealed her. She spread her palms wide, showing herself to be unarmed, and she met the unknown huntress's eyes with a curious cock of the eyebrow. "Hey there."