Of all the things she's expecting, a talking raccoon doesn't even fall on the list. She stares for a minute, wondering if there's some kind of clan of mutated animals running around here. Ones who...carry guns. Squinting up toward where he sits in the tree, she heads over to pull her arrow out of the ground and put it back into the quiver worn across her back.

"You should approach quieter." She's never had a conversation with an animal before, but with everything else going on here, it feels like the right time to go ahead and have one.