Chapter Five: Droff, Survival lesson 101.

It’s so quiet out here. And so dark that I almost can’t see my own two feet. It’s been twenty minutes or so since we entered Droff. We’ve left the thick shrubs and now on a familiar path, the one I take every time I’m out here.

From what I overheard from Caela, this place is full of wild animals, a suitable place for hunting. Yet it’s so quiet, not even the crickets are chirping. Almost as if they are scared of something. Not like the times I have been out here.

From experience I know preys and other cretins turn to go silence, in fear, when a stronger predator is around. But the couple of years out here I’m somewhat aware of the season migration of the animals out here, so it doesn’t seem to be the case.