Imenry nodded only once and briefly, a sharp motion to indicate that she understood the other woman's motion and she kept still, her eyes moving to track Hilda as she disappeared between the trees and into the thick shadows of the forest.
She picked her feet up carefully to take a step forward, keeping her motions silent so as not to alert the stag. He lifted his head, antlers catching silver splatters of moonlight and dark eyes blinking into the distance. The moonlight catches against those eyes, making them shine like liquid.
Catching sight of nothing threatening the stag dropped his head again, nipping thin strands of grass from the ground and chewing. Lifting her arms silently, Imenry checked the positioning of her crossbow bolt and sighted along the length of the bow. She was a huntress out of necessity, born in a society where one caught and hunted their own meals in order to live. In battle she preferred to be up close and slashing. The crossbow was not a part of her as her Claymore was, but she knew how to use it well enough.
Siting carefully she took a slow breath, then held her body still. There was no breeze in the air to throw her shot and as she released the bolt it flew true. The snap of it startled the stag and it made to bolt, causing her mark to fall short of the killing blow she had aimed at it's shoulder. The bolt buried between the ribs and blood flowed. She cursed low beneath her breath as the stag stumbled forward and reloaded another bolt. It was her intention to make the kill a quick one and not cause the animal to suffer.