Derrix sighed, either from relief, or from annoyance. Either way he lowered his sword and looked around. The forest was cool and calm besides the shouts of the group and sudden monstrosity, and that was bothersome. 

There were no signs of any trouble, no signs of struggles, there wasn’t anything but the mud and a discarded weapon. The golden eyed man crouched over the footprints for a moment and after a few silent seconds he nodded, “perhaps we should try the tree’s. Something isn’t right, and on top of it, I think the sun felt it too this afternoon.”

	He looked up, blinking at the dark canopy, his own face glowing like a dim lantern in the night. His golden eye’s fluttered behind his eyelids, creating a strobe of sorts as he examined the trees.