Well, that was something. His reaction had been a bit more extreme than what she had expected, but good enough. As It ran around in circles, Soure stepped backward until she was behind a tree, then moved behind a second, keeping to the shadows. She made sure to keep track of what direction he was facing, moving only when he was faced away.
Soure eventually made it nearly 100 meters away, watching his shrinking figure from behind an old, wide tree, her hand resting on her quiver. There... I should be able to get back to the university.. She turned and quietly walked away, her black clothing and the shadows cast by the decently dense woods keeping her from behind seen until she was bitten by a mosquito on her neck, reflexively slapping it before freezing, hiding behind a tree from fear of being found out.