The forest begins to loom as the pair approach. Snarled pines jutting out of the earth not unlike a row of teeth and a fog that fills the gaps between them, a heavy blanket that shroud parts of the woods from immediate view. A singular path leads in, darkening quickly as it vanishes behind tree trunks. In the gloom, they might feel eyes upon them.

Something is watching.

Not one the foul little burtoks, but something else. Someone else. If they are quick to look up, Ahri or Zelda may just catch a glimpse of a shape far up one of the trees, a piece of tattered cloth that seems entirely out of place.