A distant cry would ring out within a vast jungle-like forest, trees loomed overhead as growth spread across the terrain, rocky structures combining with dirt and vines. Wildlife grazed and ran as nature flowed in its course. Stinger, a wraith species, would be sneaking, hovering above the ground as tentacles swayed in idle. She had her prey's scent and was hunting, scythes and hands pressing into the ground to support her weight as she snuck by, Black and Yellow moving through the forest floor. Foliage brushed and leaves fell, but nothing gave her away.