Ahri watches the tree for a long moment even after it stops moving, tentative relief clutching tight in her throat. If creatures are living in the woods, it means that it's possible to live in the woods -- it's not so inhospitable as to be too dangerous, and it must have enough to forage. Maybe.

Zelda might be right. Their brief visitor may have been a spirit. In which case, Ahri's assumption is wrong. But.

"It felt more benign than a monster, and... more tangible than a spirit," Ahri hums thoughtfully, one clawed hand moving through the mist, fog trailing through her fingers. Lockwood Forest is very different to those she made her home, but she hopes she can learn its ways. "Take care not to stare too deeply, Miss Zelda. One of the brutok already targeted you; one wouldn't want to invite more."