Lost Creek Hollow forfeited

Quicker now, Mengu loped through the forest, nearly breaking into an all out sprit. He tempers his gait, however, knowing a gallop would only draw more attention to himself, as much as he wanted to flee. One would think he would be used to this, to being watched, but he was a nervous sort; and never did do well in forests. The unfamiliarity of this new land didn't help, either.

He pauses again when the trees fall silent, quirking an ear as he listens to only the sounds of a faint breeze. He wondered for a moment if this was any of the Luk siblings playing a game of cat and mouse; they loved to toy with their victims. Taking an unsure step forward and squinting into the tangle of foliage, Mengu lets out a single, hesitant demand, voice strained from disuse, show self.