Sorcha sat, eyes closed, listening for the voices of the Forest.
The Wind obligingly brought them to her pointed ears.
Every leaf rustling, every hoof stamp, and every shifted pebble. The Forest endlessly sang its gossip to those who cared to listen.
"Intruders at the Eastern border." Sorcha announced to the squad.
"Man? Dwarf? Orc?" asked Finn, standing up from tending his gear.
“It doesn’t matter.” stated Manning, already clicking two bits of elegantly scrimshawed antler together.
“They’re trespassing.”
The Wind hissed, whipping the air into a chilled frenzy. Almost instantly, Five wild bull elk came running from between the trees, stamping to a stop next to the pentuple of elven rangers.
Sorcha gracefully leaped sidesaddle onto the lead beast. Kaley smiled, doing the same with her own new friend all while stringing her bow as she had thousands of times before. While Aisling gently scratched the nose of the Elk that stood before her. Looking him in the eye, they silently conversed.
Within seconds they were riding. Swiftly into the late autumn twilight.
Sorcha couldn’t help but smile. After all, Manning was right.
It didn’t matter what was invading the Forest, they would be dead before nightfall.
these models are ~ 7mm (long) x 5mm (wide) x 8mm (high)
you'll need to base them.
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