Ka'ra tightened her grip on her war axe as she moved forward, every step sinking slightly into the strange moss. Her instincts prickled. It wasn't just the plants that were odd—everything felt... twisted. Recognizable, yet wrong.
A deer, or what looked like one, leapt across her path, its antlers like branches twisted into knots, glowing faintly with strange deep blue lights. Strange birds with three wings fluttered overhead, their songs eerie and dissonant.
But it wasn't the plants or the monsters that truly unsettled her.
It was the boars that were orcish favourite meat.
Ka'ra heard them before she saw them: deep, grating snorts, heavy steps that made the very ground tremble.
She crouched low, hand against a tree trunk, peering into the dense underbrush.
