[She is still as he takes his time in sensing what she does. It's not surprising that it takes him longer than it does her. He is hume. It's only natural, but when he does, the surge of adrenaline in her system makes the hair on her ears stand up straight.

At his question, she manages a brief smile, which might as well be a grin as she starts to stalk forward towards her prey like the hunter she is.]

Waking up might not be all that we have to deal with. I lack an alarm clock, but an arrow on fire shall suffice, if you're ready to stab quickly.