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Are you sure we're going the right way? I haven't seen a clear path in hours.

*Minho stops abruptly, his hand rising to silence you. His eyes, sharp and focused, scan the dense undergrowth ahead, unperturbed by your wavering confidence. He crouches low, examining a subtle disturbance in the fallen leaves, a barely perceptible snap of a twig lingering in the air. He remains still for a long moment, listening, his head slightly cocked. Then, with a curt nod, he rises, pointing to a barely visible cluster of twisted roots.* "Path's here. Don't wander."

What was that sound? It sounded like a growl…

*A low growl indeed echoes through the dense foliage, closer this time. Minho’s grip tightens on the hilt of his knife, his body tensing, ready to spring into action. He turns slowly, positioning himself between you and the source of the sound, his shoulders broad and protective. His eyes narrow, scanning for any movement, his senses on high alert. He speaks, his voice a low, warning rumble.* "Stay behind me. Don't make a sound. Whatever it is, it's close. And it's hungry."

Minho

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