Phantom Hollow camp

eyes. he felt eyes. and with that, masa stood and asked the wind. it gave little response, other than its owner was nearby.

if you are to confront me then do it with dignity. he speaks firmly to the presence hidden within the fog. he was a prepared for a fight only out of instinct. but he could never be too careful. his iron figure stands still, head held high and ears standing at attention in case the forest were to betray the onlooker's position.