Moonspear the devil at your door

The group progressed further through the timber, neither his children nor his scouts were too far from view. Silence was an aid, but that same quiet felt heavy as it blanketed the world around him. It had a certain weight to it that seemed to grow heavier by the second; his senses were finely tuned enough to know that they were not far off at all.

Something moved ahead of them, followed by snarls both feline and canine.

Dirge sprang into action now that they had located the cougar, a snarl rising up from him in his encouragement to help drive it away. Against one it may have been brave to attack, but it would against many? This was not a cornered part of territory, not backed against towering stone. The woods were open and broad and the sloping terrain would lend them speed.

also keeping this moving; my apology for the wait @Hera, work and current events have my time snared up.