Deepwood Weald To quietly pass me by

The plan worked initially, though the downside was that Wraen's pursuer was just as good in this game "who is stealthier than who" and apart from the sound of the muffled footsteps in the distance that grew louder, as he advanced in her direction, told that he was also quite keen on finding her. 

Shit. Wraen cursed in her mind and bit her lip in frustration. She stopped in her tracks again and looked around. Perhaps seeing the invisible stalker would help at predicting in what kind of trouble she was getting in, but then again it did not really matter. Instinct told that there was danger looming and she should escape it at all costs.

Wraen let out a relieved sigh, when she noticed a path that was clearer and easier to tread on than fighting through the rest of the forest. She took it and ran as fast as she could, now caring little for the noise she made. Putting distance between her and the follower was the main goal at the moment.