Reaper settled on a large branch, using the trunk of the tree as a way to screen his position as he listened, peaked and tried to get a sense of the area. It seemed that he and whomever was lurking about in the trees was at an impasse of hiding and waiting for sign of the other. He had a radius he was watching, but his ears were keenly listening.

Tactically, it would be unwise to go out shooting. The scatter of his shot would certainly be able to flush someone out in time, but it would also give away his position. He had no idea what fairy tale or folklore creature he might be facing, so it was better to be safe. He hadn't yet tested the boundaries of death in these parts.

So, he waited, patient and calm, looking to see if his quarry would make a move.