#forest dweller

There are strangers in the woods. The only thought in your mind, the only thought you needed as the unfamiliar scent glossed over you. Bitter ash, the stain of bloodshed is sticking to them like a parasite, and they dare to show their necks in your forest.

You peered closely at them, moving with the breath of the Mother, clinging to the frail branches and positioning yourself to where your weight won't break it. Four of them, human, male, only one of them looks dead, you think.

Heavy steel weapons are adorned on their figures alongside vests that appear stuck to their body. These men are here for proper war, but with who?

You follow them longer, hearing them talk amongst eachother in a language you don't know. An urge to jump out fills your complex every moment the spiky one held his weapon to an animal.

Very soon, the trees became less common, and you found yourself becoming creative with your hiding spots. Weaving away from the crispy leaves and fallen branches as to not give away your cover. Everything down to your own breath and heartbeat had to be measured.

In the distance, there was the old cabin. The trees here were bare and scattered along the plot from the older deforestation. The men appeared relieved to see the cabin, picking up pace as to get there.