Isabella moved carefully, bow in hand, Glimora perched on her shoulder like a tiny guard dog with fur.
"Alright," she muttered, scanning the darkness, "so where exactly are these 'small mountain beasts' you want me to slaughter, huh?"
Bubu's screen flickered softly beside her. "Activating sensory scan."
There was a faint hum, followed by glowing dots appearing in her vision—tiny outlines of creatures moving between the trees.
"There," Bubu said. "Multiple life signatures ahead. Identify carefully before you shoot. Some may be harmless."
"Harmless?" Isabella whispered, squinting. "You mean adorable and innocent?"
"I mean capable of retaliation."
Her stomach twisted. "Oh, great. So they're all dangerous. Fantastic."
