Limiting the use of her senses to sight alone makes this hunt somewhat more difficult than most, but never let it be said that the Goddess of the Hunt balks from a challenge.
Her prey this time is silent. Practically motionless. Blends in with the surrounding scents.
So she stalks, scanning the area with eyes as sharp as any eagle’s, ready to pounce the moment her gaze alights upon…
“Excuse me ma’am, may I help you?”
Ah. A local. Someone familiar with these hunting grounds.
“I believe you can,” the Goddess responds.
She gestures at her leather hunting garb. “I have a date with a lovely priestess, and I require raiment more suitable for the occasion.”
“So…a nice dress?”
“Yes! That is today’s prey.”
“Hmm, yeah, I think we can find something that works with this feral vibe of yours.”