Noctisardor Bypass Towards The Giant

As Anselm hunkered into a patch of chicory, the wind shifted. He cursed inwardly, for the wind bore his scent right to them. Like startled deer, their entire behavior changed. They were now aware he walked among them.

He wondered how long he could remain hidden. They were on high alert-- and while he knew this area well, two against one was hardly favorable odds. Anselm did not know their intentions, or if they were friend or foe. It would be risky to be too aggressive.

His territoriality got the better of him. Without bothering to disguise the noise of his feet on the undergrowth, Anselm emerged and made straight for them. You are too close to Rivenvood. State your purpose.