Cara hears it first, holding up her hand to stop Richard in his tracks. He opens his mouth as if he's going to say something and she silences him with a glare and one raised finger.
The corner of his mouth quirks, but he stays quiet, his eyes darting around the clearing they've stopped in. Cara does the same, but unlike Richard she's not admiring the trees; she tilts her head and listens for that sound again, the sound of vengeance.
There.
She narrows her eyes, glaring off into the gloom amongst the trees. Her arrow slides neatly and near silently from her quiver, and she notches it, ready at a moment's notice to draw her bow back, just as Richard taught her. Richard stays out of her way, straining to hear or see what's caught her attention.
There, again. A movement this time, not a sound, a flash of something fawn against the dark velvet green of the trees.
She draws her bow and lets the arrow fly, straight and true.
She misses.
Richard lets out a sound beside her, one that sounds like he's being strangled. When she turns her head, his eyes are dancing and his face is flushed, his lips pressed suspiciously tightly together. He catches her eyes, his mouth quivering, but she silences him again with a single look, one that promises retribution if he says so much as one single, solitary word.
Richard isn't stupid, and for someone who rushes into danger without a moment's thought for his own safety as often as he does, he manages to maintain enough of an instinct for self-preservation to keep his tongue, even if he can't quite mask the dimples in his cheek, brought there by the smile he's trying so hard to keep off his face.
Cara lets out a harrumph of disgust and turns back towards her errant prey, her eyes narrowing again as she searches the tree line for that pesky little...
There! Another flash of fawn and black, and a sound echoes back towards her, a quiet, mocking 'chittering' that sets her teeth on edge.
She sets her mouth in a grim line of determination, pulling another arrow from her quiver and setting off in pursuit.
That chipmunk will pay for its insolence, or her name isn't Cara Mason.