Rustling and footsteps up ahead

Evellyn abruptly freezes, before ducking behind a nearby tree. She hears the unmistakable sound of a snapping twig not far ahead, obscured from view just behind a low rise. As she listens carefully can hear some more rustling, and recognises the sound of a person moving through the foliage.

As silently as humanly possible she creeps a little closer, knowing full well her dignity’s at stake if she makes even the slightest noise. The slight upside to this situation is she’s not wearing any loudly clanking armor. Of course the humiliating caveat is she’s wearing literally nothing, sneaking buttnaked through the woods.

She reaches the low rise and peeks over it from behind a tree, surveying a dirt trail worn into the forest floor. A figure walks across it, slightly crouching, with their back partially turned towards Evellyn. The figure is wearing layers of frayed and patched fabric, some of it furlined, and carries a bow and quiver. Long ponytail of black hair falls down behind shoulders, and Evellyn's attention is drawn to the gently pointed ears - a half-elf huntress... and she’s not yet aware of Evellyn’s presence.