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Sae crouched like a jungle cat, perfectly perched and concealed in the ash tree where she awaited her subhuman prey. The buxom she-elf's pale skin was camouflaged by the morning shadows of the forest canopy. Even Sae's scent was disguised; her blonde hair carried the scent of berries, the likes of which dotted the surrounding wilderness. Her enormous elven tits hung and silently dangled from her chest, like two ripe gargantuan grapefruits. Sae's large blue eyes scanned the forest greenery for signs of her enemy, as her elven blade rested in her steady hand, waiting to strike. Her toes curled with anticipation, as her large bare buttocks pressed into the tree bark. Her long ears perked, as  the bushes stirred and noise violated the still tranquility of the forest. Sae could smell the stench of the creature's foul, unwashed body. She could hear the guttural snort from it's animal-like nostrils. Sae's face betrayed little emotion, as the impossibly buxom elf's grip  on her weapon tightened. The enemy drew ever closer.

And Sae was waiting...