He only noticed her midstride, and had to do a double take to confirm that his eyes weren't merely seeing double. As soon as his hand reached out to grab her though, the noise the woman made confirmed it to be a living thing. She struggled mightily the second she felt his touch, but his grip was like iron, and within moments, he was winding the thin rope around her wrists.
"Haaarrrooolddd!" The woman called. "HAAAAAAAROLDDDDDDD!" The same name over and over, as she wept, likely fearing her fate would be not too dissimilar from those women in the village. Perhaps it might have been in the future, but not from Vol. His interest was in the hunt, not in the torture. He bound her legs together as she continued to cry, making no move to quieten her.
Eventually, the man called Harold could take it no more. He appeared out of the grass, off towards the left – one of those men that had left the group earlier on.
