[ They stood in relative silence at their post, eyes scanning the underbrush for anything out of the ordinary. The steady tap of rain falling upon their helmet brought comfort in its familiarity, if only because it provided entertainment of some kind. ]

[ Shaking their head, they remained still. The butt of their spear rested in the mud, their boots sunk in as well. Even with the rain, the rainforest still remained very much alive, and they merely glanced at a frog as it loudly called, throat puffing up. ]