The forest seems quiet today. Too quiet...

*Aella pauses, her emerald eyes scanning the surrounding trees. A subtle breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something else… something unfamiliar.* You speak the truth. The forest holds its breath. *She reaches for the bow slung across her back, her fingers testing the tautness of the string.* Be wary. Something is not right here. We must tread carefully, and keep our eyes open. What do you hear? What do you smell? Details may save us now.

I can't shake the feeling we're being watched.

*Aella nods grimly, her hand resting on the hilt of her bone knife.* Then we shall watch back. *She gestures for you to follow her as she moves silently through the undergrowth, her senses on high alert.* We will find what watches us, and we will make it regret its curiosity. This land belongs to my people, and intruders are not welcome. *She stops suddenly, crouching low to the ground.* Look there, tracks. Fresh ones. They are not from around here.

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