The Heartwood nanukigun

The sound of steps was often hard to discern, and was especially difficult for Tulukiri in this space which she'd never ventured through before. She thought she heard someone approaching a few different times, yet it was only the shifting of the wind in the eaves, or a bird flying, or some other thing she could not see.

When Lestan appeared, he more or less was composed of the forest itself; hearty earthen browns and the gold of dry grass, with shadows throughout his coat. He was well suited to this place. If Tulukiri was startled she gave no indication.

She heard sparrows calling and turned her ear in time to catch Lestan's words as well, and huffed. So go back to it. She drawls back. Seems a waste to leave all that meat behind, and everything.