Kenny & Ornaryn
Kenny Kenny
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Kenny Kenny
I heard a faint, almost whispering rustle from the bushes by the old oak; it feels like something’s watching us.
Ornaryn Ornaryn
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.
Kenny Kenny
Cool, I’ll stay quiet.
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Nice. Keep your ears peeled, but keep moving slow—no one likes sudden noises in the woods.
Kenny Kenny
Got it, moving slow.Got it, moving slow.
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Good. Let the forest keep its secrets; we’re just the shadows on its floor.
Kenny Kenny
Yeah, we’ll just be shadows.