Felltree Marsh red duck

Darkness swallowed her, heightened her senses where vision failed amongst the thick foliage. She hunted not for pleasure but for practice, for there was always much to be learned from her own kind. But as she slunk beneath the canopy, the man's scent became tricky to pinpoint, dispersed throughout, and Yuralria became aware of an unsettling feeling; that she was the one being hunted.

A wave of nausea had her steps falter, low-slung crouch breaking into a hasty trot not unlike a fleeing deer. She wanted out, whichever way that may be, but the shadows here all looked the same. It took only a moment of deliberation for Yura to decide on a direction, pressing forward urgently and in such a way that had her miss her quarry's hiding place completely.