In the distance, you could hear the raven's cry, leaves fleeting through the forest, and then a snap of a twig. Intentional. You stood up, kicking dust over your makeshift hearth before hiding in the darkness.

The door pushed open, and the heavy steps of boots walked over the old wood, and then a familiar voice.

"Lass... it's me." Kliff whispered softly as he stood waiting for you to show yourself.