The howls of beasts, combined with the visceral screams of the unknown echoed throughout the night—distant yet haunting, rippling through the stillness of the camp, never leaving them be.
A reminder that they are indeed in a monster infested forest.
Atop, the moon hung in the night sky like a pale light, watching over the world below, casting long shadows that flickered along with the campfires around the map.
The camp had finally been set up.
Tents stood orderly across the flat ground, some were closer to each other while others were spaced apart.
The fires burned low and steady, cracking subtly along the wind.
Every so often, a rustle will come from the trees to which made some to flinch at the unknown sound—expecting monsters that would attack the camp.
But it was only Garan.
High in the trees, he moved and prowled as he blended with the dark giant branches that he stood upon.
He paused, crouching low.
