Where Robin currently was, was sprinting into the clearing that served as his camp. A shallow indent was blackened by charred leftovers of the previous evening's fire. But other than that, nothing on the ground marked that anyone had been here. Since the spread of sickness, Robin had taken to the trees. It was those trees he was thinking about as his idea came together. His hooded cloak was yanked from his body and Robin threw the thick olive colored fabric over his shoulder. Jumping to get his hands on the lowest branch, he pulled himself up onto the bough. He scaled another branch, about ten feet from the ground now.
Resting his back against the tree's thick trunk, he stood there watching the clearing below. His makeshift hammock was quickly torn apart as Robin tugged the rope used to string it up out. The cloak was removed from his shoulder and the rope coiled in it's place. He held the cloak like a bullfighter would wield his red cape. If he could use the cape to blind her, confuse her as well as keep himself safe from her bite -- he'd have his best chance of getting that rope tied around her.
Robin didn't have long to wait. When Firekeeper recovered again from Blind Seer's tackle and continued her pursuit, Robin readied himself for the jump -- hoping to cloak the wild woman with his hooded cape as he landed.