Silently, Hevne sprung to her haunches, sword in one hand, dagger in the other.
Barely one good leap in front of her she heard a sound as of a leaf landing on leaves. Then another. Another.
A faint glow appeared in the direction of the sounds, a faint but brief yellow luminescence which disappeared almost as soon as Hevne saw it so that at first she questioned whether it was a trick of her own eyes.
And then the sound again. Then, again... but marginally fainter.
It was moving away from her.
Another yellow glow. Either smaller, or further away.