It was a wonder she was even out in the open air in the chaos of the gathering, but there wouldn't be a better chance to grab food or supplies than now, when everyone was at each others' throats. If she could avoid the worst of the fighting, anyway.

But, just in case she had to leave the area and her campground, she'd taken her bow and quiver of arrows, knife, some food and water, and wrapped a fur around her midsection and tied it there with some spare leather. If anything, it kept her warmer than she would have been without it. Half-hiking, half-sliding down the slope through a group of pines, bow in her left hand, Rae took a look at what was happening.

To do this, she caught a tree trunk and slowed her progress to a quick walk, reaching the end of the thicket of pines, and crouched behind a boulder that looked like it had seen a good century half-buried there. Rae took an arrow from her quiver, setting it to the string of the bow and looking out at the fighting mass of people.

There were all sorts, even a tribe that tattooed its members. She couldn't see the details from this distance, but there was some sort of design on the upper arm of several people in one little area. And there--past the cold in the air there was the tang of blood. There was too much to pay attention to at once. Maybe she shouldn't have come down here.

Something in her peripheral vision came to a stop, and it immediately drew her interest. Everything else was moving, except for... for a man who'd been running, or shoving, away from the bulk of the mass, and a large man in his way looking threatening. At least someone was intelligent. Rae rose from her crouch a little and pulled back on the string of her bow, taking aim for the chewing, drooling man that had been in the way of the other one. Then she let fly, and hoped the arrow hit its mark.