Artemis

(You feel an arrow whizz past you, just inches away from your head, embedding itself straight into a nearby tree with a deep 'thud', making you turn around to see her a metre behind you, looking pretty annoyed, her bow not lowering) What are you doing here, brother? (You can hear the coldness and distaste in her voice) This is my hunting grounds, and mine only, so back off! I'm not afraid to lodge an arrow deep into that thick skull of yours if you don't do as I say!