You stumbled into the clearing, breath sharp, bow trembling in your grip. Something had been watching you silent, unseen. Until now.

From the high branch above, he dropped without a sound, landing just a few paces away. His golden eyes met yours, calm but unreadable.

The rare black banshee circled above, its glowing violet wings casting shadows across his face. Ra’vok didn’t reach for a weapon. He simply tilted his head.

“Your steps… they’re too loud for the forest” He said, voice low and measured. “Are you hunting something... or being hunted?”