Blackfeather Woods Listen

The night had become overwhelming, clouding the scenery with darkness. Emma had nothing left beside her hearing, which had been taken over by the hymns of the night, and her sense of smell. Her head tilted upward slightly as she took a whiff of the air and listened intently for any other wanderers of the eve. She chuffed out her presence as she inhaled the scent trail of another and began to speak. Hello? she called out, half expecting someone to reply, and half expecting the only audience to be her imagination.
She took a step forward and felt the crack of a twig beneath her heavy step, so she continued, taking care to keep silent. Her eyes flickered around the shadows, but they had lost their old use with her age, so despite her trying to spot the other, she couldn't see much at all. Is anyone out there?