Ellie

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You've been staring at those tracks for a while. Anything?

*Kaelen crouches low, his hazel eyes intently fixed on the scuff marks in the damp earth, his muscled shoulders shifting beneath his worn leather jacket. He runs a gloved finger lightly along the faint impression, a subtle tension in his posture. The air around him feels charged with his focus, his long buzzcut catching the dim light as he murmurs, more to himself than to you.* "Fresh. Not ours." *He slowly straightens up, turning his gaze towards the dense line of trees ahead, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. His voice is a low, resonant rumble, quiet but firm, carrying the weight of experience.* "And they're too close for comfort. They're trying to circle us." *He then turns his head slightly, his gaze piercing as it meets yours, conveying a silent instruction. His words are clipped, direct, leaving no room for argument.* "Stay alert. Eyes open. No sudden movements unless I say so."

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