Golden Glade i feel it coming

He stayed on their outskirts, a lot like Tambourine had done, so when the strange female sensitive to sound came cutting a path into his loitering spaces, Silas was swift to notice. Frankly, she gave him a bit of a start and distracted him from a barely lukewarm pheasant trail—then his tell-tale nervousness was quick to arrive after with an uneasy, but small, prickle down his back. He stopped what he was doing and angled towards her, squinting plainly at her through the trees as the momentum of his now-abandoned pursuit still carried him closer.

The hunter watched her with a stiff, cautious stance about him. What are you doing? his bright, intent eyes suggested, but the rest of him seemed on the fence about how to feel as he tried to discern her intentions, knowing good and well what it looked like right now.