As he sped over the land like a wraith in the night, the Ranger paused, alighting in a crouch near a tree. His form changed from invisible to merely obscured by shadows, both natural and unnatural. A gloved hand lightly touched the ground, and his eyes closed for a moment...and opened a moment later, softly lit with a dull red glow. To an observer keen enough to see, it might be like seeing the disembodied eyes of some dread beast glaring from the shadows...but to Cruallassar himself, it was as if half the forest was lain open to his sight. The dully colored shadows of natural things permeated the blackness, with the more vibrant auras of various creatures or unnatural denizens of the forest sparkling here and there. But a few things relatively close by caught the elf's attention...first, the shining outline of a human...far too large to be the missing girl...wandering in the vague direction of away from the town far behind, a hand resting on the outline of a sword of a hue that must belong to something enchanted. Some lost traveler fortunate and prepared enough to have not befallen an evil strong enough to dare challenging him, then. But the second sight was of far more interest...the dark purples and reds of a monster racing at unnatural speeds through the wood, and precisely where both the monster and the traveler's path met...another person. Small, slight, high in a tree, easily the shape and stature of a girl. And her aura a shadowy purple-red, the aura of another unnatural creature.
The Ranger slipped from rest to action in an instant, his ground-eating pace now set to converge with that single point, his form once more invisible to any observer.