This was not a good place, but that much would be obvious even to the most dimwitted of buffoons. It was clear in the mangled trees and the flesh-like dirt. It was clear in the way the very land denied the light of day with all its might, and the way the land moved without their knowing, obfuscating their path back to civilized lands. And then it happened. It was like the effects of a powerful enchantment, and for a moment she was inclined to believe that the Wilderdeep itself was alive, and hungry for the flesh of mortals. 

But then it was gone, and the Wilderdeep was just another forest. But this was not a good place, even when it pretended to be. The ground was solid. The forest was still once more. Even so, that smell still lingered: the tangy scent of a storm. But was it coming, or had it already passed? 

Her eyes scanned the trees above as the unfamiliar sound reverberated around them. Then it stopped, and from the final echoing vestiges of that screech… “There,” Alexandria pointed to the apparent origin of the sound, deadened eyes locked on the patch of foliage. 

“Would it not be prudent to deal with this situation before it becomes a problem?” Admittedly, she was just a little bit biased against anything that would call this place home, but she could not rightfully omit the possibility of a later ambush. "Or shall we allow the pathfinder to continue?"