Gune's senses were on fire. Among his current tribe, only he could truly see in the dark. But even his superior vision did nothing to help shake this harrowing sense of apprehension that another abomination could be hiding in any shadow or behind any tree. He constantly scanned the tree line of the ominous forest as they forged a path.
He fell in line as Ishalla barked orders, forgetting entirely his responsibilities as chieftain for a time. Subconsciously, he hoped their most recent encounter were not a clear and prescient danger of what Mirkland has to offer.

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Perception: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1211]6[/url]
This dice hate is gettin' old. =/
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