Not an arrow was discharged.
They began calling softly and coaxingly.

I stopped and looked down.

She was afraid, and whimpered and urged me on.

So we went up over the top and plunged into the trees.
This event has often caused me to wonder and speculate.

If she were really of their kind, she must have been lost from them at a time when she was too young to remember, else would she not have been afraid of them.