"Maybe. Something doesn't feel right, we should move. Now."
Unwilling to delay any further, Azieth somewhat quickened his pace, though not so much that he would leave Deidre behind. Indeed, something was strange. An aura in the air, a dark presence. It made him uneasy, and he didn't want to think of how it could corrupt the forest. But if this was the case, he'd have to take another route, but even then he was uncertain. To the North-East were the hills of the dead, a land once used for the burial and memoriam of the fallen, now taken by evil spirits which lurked in the catacombs and tombs beneath the hills. If the two ventured there, then they would perhaps be able to cross over the hills, detouring the thick forests.
Making a slight deviation, this time towards the North-East, Azieth motioned for Deidre to follow him, only to catch a shadowy figure emerging from the bushes. It bore a resemblance to a wolf, but there was no doubt that it had been corrupted, twisted. Slowly, the creature began to approach them, prompting Azieth to quickly reach for an arrow his quiver and draw-back his bow.