Phantom Hollow As fresh as a daisy,

Hunst moved silently through the shroud of night, his bulk a shadow within shadows as he pressed forward. The dense forest around them was silent but for the soft rustle of leaves, the faint hum of nocturnal life too low to disturb their passage. His steady gaze swept over the clearing up ahead, the tall grasses bowed beneath a whisper of wind.

With a faint nod to himself, Hunst halted, glancing over his shoulder to catch @Reverie’s eye. There was no need for words; his posture, his subtle tilt of the head, spoke clearly enough. This would be their place to stop, to finally grant their bodies the reprieve they'd been denying for hours. The air here was still, the scent of pine and earth clean. It felt safe—or as safe as any place could be at this hour.

Without ceremony, Hunst shifted his weight, the hard lines of his figure softening slightly as he settled in. Even at rest, he remained a silent sentinel, his scarred face lifted to keep a watchful eye on the night around them.