Helartha the scout

Helartha was ecstatic. She'd been chosen among the scouts who were sent out to spy on this enemy ****! The chosen few of their already elite crew of warrior women. It was the highest honor, and a chance to prove herself! She prepared eagerly, tightening her armor and sharpening her weapons before she met up with the spy squad in the forest outside of their lovely elven town.

"We'll need to split up in order to cover the whole forest." Rizeldam the scout leader said. She was a white haired, ancient elf, who still had an athletic body and youthful face thanks to the immortal blood of the elves. She wore armor over bare skin, and had a tiaria with the horns of a fawn, the only jewelry anyone had ever seen her wear.

"Everyone, be careful. You are not to engage with the enemy, simply learn what you can and come back to report. Though orcs and goblins are dumb and nearly deaf, they are deadly enemies, and will gladly **** you if they do catch you. **** you... or worse."

Some of the other's shivered at the implication. Young, brave and naive Helartha totally missed any implication, and rolled her yes at the other's cowardice.

"We'll meet back here in two hours." Rizeldam said. "Just stick to the trees, keep quiet and out of sight. If any of you do not return I will find you. I promise."

With that Rizeldam backfliped away, vaulting to a tree limb, then swinging herself away with a grace that a cat would envy. Helartha and the other scouts all split off in different directions, lunging upwards with their elven agility. Soon, Helartha was alone, jumping from branch to branch, without ever disturbing a leaf.

After a mere half hour searching, she heard something. She lunged to find the source of the disturbance...