The task itself wasn't so bad and though she knew she'd be cleaning mud off of her arms and some of her coat for a few hours when they returned she did the moving with a light hum. She didn't notice the young woman was gone until the other Hyur, a blonde man, apologized to everyone and took off after her. Concern, even for a stranger, rose in Siha's chest but a quick look between her task and the direction of the two had her choosing the former as the most important. The blonde man seemed to know the girl, so it was likely he'd be able to retrieve her just fine, and hopefully when they got back the debris would be cleared if herself and the Lalafell gentlemen kept at it.
The forest was silent around them, something that made the girl pause, she might have been naive to the workings of society but nature was something that was entirely familiar. She was a Moon Keeper after all, and her clan had lived and hunted just like any other traditional family before she'd broken from them. The silence was a red flag and the blonde found her ears slicking back and her eyes widening as she looked around, something was wrong. It wasn't identifiable what it was but something was causing the forest to still, her ears were back up in a flash and she listened for anything that was out of place, her body stiff as she cradled the sticks and her tail wrapping around her leg.
She heard it, a faint noise, but one that rang clearly to her all the same. Steel grating against steel as it left its casing. She dropped the sticks, everything in her body screaming at her to run but one look towards each of the remaining passengers glued her to the spot. She couldn't leave them to face whatever was about to descend on them alone, good fighters or not they could get hurt, the though made her wish she'd grabbed her crook from the cart and she eyed it. Her bag was there, her Grimoire, maybe she could make it. She suddenly darted towards the cart again, but she wasn't going to make it, she could already hear whatever it was making their way out of the woods towards them.
There were many.
The forest was silent around them, something that made the girl pause, she might have been naive to the workings of society but nature was something that was entirely familiar. She was a Moon Keeper after all, and her clan had lived and hunted just like any other traditional family before she'd broken from them. The silence was a red flag and the blonde found her ears slicking back and her eyes widening as she looked around, something was wrong. It wasn't identifiable what it was but something was causing the forest to still, her ears were back up in a flash and she listened for anything that was out of place, her body stiff as she cradled the sticks and her tail wrapping around her leg.
She heard it, a faint noise, but one that rang clearly to her all the same. Steel grating against steel as it left its casing. She dropped the sticks, everything in her body screaming at her to run but one look towards each of the remaining passengers glued her to the spot. She couldn't leave them to face whatever was about to descend on them alone, good fighters or not they could get hurt, the though made her wish she'd grabbed her crook from the cart and she eyed it. Her bag was there, her Grimoire, maybe she could make it. She suddenly darted towards the cart again, but she wasn't going to make it, she could already hear whatever it was making their way out of the woods towards them.
There were many.
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