Kenny & Ornaryn
I heard a faint, almost whispering rustle from the bushes by the old oak; it feels like something’s watching us.
The wind’s the usual suspect, but squirrels think it’s a secret messenger. I’ll lay a quick pit and stay quiet; if it’s something else, it’ll have to get past my traps first.
Cool, I’ll stay quiet.
Nice. Keep your ears peeled, but keep moving slow—no one likes sudden noises in the woods.
Got it, moving slow.Got it, moving slow.
Good. Let the forest keep its secrets; we’re just the shadows on its floor.
Yeah, we’ll just be shadows.