The second warrior squinted, looking around.
"Yeah… smells like wet dog." He answered, his whiskers twitching.
"Quit slacking. We're in the forest. Everything here smells like a wet dog." The third warrior frowned.
The others chuckled at his grumbling, though their sharp eyes swept the woods once more.
Thran's group dared not move. Every breath felt like it might betray them. Even Loid, who had been snickering earlier, bit his lips as he held his breath.
Thran and the rest lay low, keeping their presence concealed.
Each one of them knew even a moment's carelessness could give their position away.
Hence, they stood in their place holding their breath while following the enemy's movements.
"Why do we even need to patrol this place?"
One of the Leo-kin warriors grumbled.
"Yeah, it's just a waste of time. The elves have been taken captive. There isn't a single elf left here…. I would rather head to a bar and have a drink…" The second warrior agreed.
