Sherwood couldn't help as an amused smile rose to his face. He jostled his bow in his hands, saying "What makes you think I'm going to get close to them?" Despite the joking, Sherwood's feet were already moving towards the rumble in the woods. He didn't want whatever it was to get behind them.
His steps were brisk and light footed, barely making a sound. His knees were bent, ready to spring into motion at any time. More impressively, his many years hunting game took over; he unconsciously avoided twigs and noisy brush, seamlessly sliding into the environment. While most of his focus was admittedly on the target, he still kept an ear open for other threats coming around the side. He made no attempt for the trees, he couldn't travel as quietly from branch to branch, no matter his agility.
Sherwood went slowly, not looking to out pace their target. He focused on letting it gain distance right now, while simultaneously not losing it. It would eventually slow down on it's own, and then Sherwood could hit it from the maximum distance, keeping him out of it's inevitably nasty teeth. For now, it was was a waiting game.