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The hair on Don's neck stood on end the moment the thud gave way to silence... No birds, no crunch of snow, no skittering of the squirrels in the trees, no deer dashing about amongst the brush. Only the wind remained... But something was still off.

Donovan had a gut feeling that something shit was about to hit the fan... If it hadn't already.

Straightening himself, the man would head in the direction of where he'd expect Akando to be at good speed, hoping to reconvene with the man quickly whilst not startling the hunter lest his concern accidentally get him stabbed by the man's spear or shot with an arrow. Small beads of sweat began forming above the man's brow as his concern mounted; [i]Had splitting up been the wrong decision? Did the Kyrnith mistake Akando for an intruder and engage him? Was there some kind of Assassin lurking nearby that the animals could sense?[/i]

Regardless of the truth, Don's eyes raked the woods ahead as he'd keep moving; hammer in hand, as he'd scan for any sign of the Veteran Huntsman.