Quiet Eyes

A chirpy voice burst through the stillness. Turning, he recognized the woman it came from.

"Aaliyah," Archon said in a simple greeting, turning his head to look at her. Aaliyah went on to talk about how she hoped she wasn't intruding and how she wouldn't want to interrupt, but wasn't she already? Archon wasn't bothered so simply, but he found irony in her words and took silent enjoyment out of them.

"We are never truly alone so long as we have The Fallen God by our side," Archon rumbled, turning his attention back to the forest. Could Aaliyah have been the presence Archon felt this whole time?

"Tell me, did you see any others here?" he asked. "I have a feeling we are even less alone than you may think."

Archon looked around, the sheer density of the trees blocking his vision from reaching very far. Their limbs blotted out the light, making sight overhead equally difficult. This endless expanse of trees made every step feel like the last as the never-ending shadows loomed, encroaching ever closer in this claustrophobic space.

In the shadows, the monkey held still. The wolf was aware of him, although the wolf had not yet narrowed it down. While he was still, Obi was sure neither wolf could spot him. When they started moving again, however, that would be the real challenge.