Surviving in The Woods

Cerys moved through the forest with Mikhailis, their steps careful and quiet. The night was dark, and the towering trees around them blocked most of the moonlight, casting deep shadows across the ground. Mikhailis, however, seemed unperturbed, moving with a confidence that belied the darkness. He knelt by a patch of plants, examining them closely before pulling out a few, tucking them into his bag.

Cerys watched him, her skepticism evident.

"Are you sure those are edible?" she asked, her voice low.

Mikhailis looked up at her with a grin.

"Of course. This is the forest—there's plenty here if you know where to look." He held up a small, leafy plant, waving it slightly.

"See this? It's a wild herb, good for seasoning and safe to eat. Adds a nice flavor to the dish."

Cerys raised an eyebrow, her gaze dubious.