The sky was a soft dark grey as you sat there on the edge of the riverbank, the air filled with moisture that spoke of the past and coming rain, and the soft moss and earth, damp, beneath your hands. To some, it seemed like the perfect moment of peace and solitude…. but you knew better.

Letting out a deep and tired sigh, you lifted your gaze skyward to enjoy the darkened clouds, leaning back on your hands lazily as you called out to the presence you could feel lurking within the thick trees behind you.

“You might as well come out and join me, I know you’re there.”

For a time, all that answered you was silence, but eventually you became aware of the soft sounds of leaves crunching beneath otherwise silent feet, and in an instant you knew exactly what they were, just as you knew that the sound of their approach had been completely intentional. Creatures such as they were all too adept at moving in absolute silence when need be, after all.

It seemed your evening was about to become a lot more interesting.