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Simbel had just been about to speak when Faline indicated for them to be quiet. There was a scent to the air, a charged atmosphere of sorts, that made her skin tingle and her head perk up. Something was afoot, and Simbel suspected danger. She went up alongside Faline, searching the surroundings for traces or tracks. Without turning her head, Simbel tried to communicate with the half Elvian ranger. [color=6ecff6]I sense it, too[/color], she whispered, [color=6ecff6]I will take a look from on high.[/color] 

With that, Simbel transformed into the white eagle once more and took flight. It wasn't long until she had cleared the treetops, soaring ever higher in an upward spiral. She peered downwards, using her enhanced sight to try and pinpoint any ambush or following party. She would act swiftly and decisively if or when she saw anything out of the ordinary.