If the hunter was surprised, he did not show it. His face only grew darker, his eyes narrowed, and his lips became whiter. He did not move as he stared at me, studying. I was curious, why did he not shoot?

I lifted the arrow slowly and showed it to him, "Would you like this back?"

He did not blink, or make a sound, only stared, his arrow still pointed at me. I cocked my head as I watched him. Something stirred in me. Something I suddenly remembered.

"This is a test." I whispered, feeling somewhat taken aback, "Was this a test for you, or for me?"

I was not out of danger, but I began to move from my spot, the arrow following my every move. I knew I had to be careful. I knew if I were to show a form of aggression, it would only take a slight movement from his hand for my body to be dead before I hit the snowy ground. I thought quickly as I walked around the hunter with slow, deliberate steps. I was determined to find his arrows. It only seemed logical.

I still had the old arrow in my hand as I walked away from the hunter, my back facing him and I continued on, my eyes searching....