Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

As the duo continued their path along the borders, the druid and Jazz had the calm quietness. Everything was perfect for the moment in the hollow, though the sound of small twigs snapping and leaves rusting made her stop dead in her tracks.

Instinctively, she lifted her neck and head to gaze around, golden eyes scanning around the border. What made the noise? She turned her head to Jazz, her eyes glued on the other woman and swiftly swung her muzzle towards herself, giving the silent message of "I found something, come here".

Silently, she waited for her companion to follow and took a step forward near the border, trying to peek through the canopy of trees and leaves to find the culprit.