She needed the food. She decided to hunt him, though it seemed to be extremely good at hiding its tracks. Still, it couldn't have gotten far. And she could still hear the occasional rustle of leaves ahead of her. She moved quickly, and as quietly as she could.
He was getting harder, and harder to track. She had been chasing it for 15 minutes now, and the signs grew even more sparse than they already were, though she could still hear movement in the distance. It was almost like he wanted her to follow. "Nah...it's just a stupid beast." Finally, all sounds ceased, making her stop in her tracks. She realized that the trees around her were opening up a bit. She crept forward, looking through a particularly thick wall of leaves. There were a few black furs stuck to them. He came through here, no doubt about it.
She began to cut the branches with leaves off the tree. As she cut them, they floated to the ground. One of them brushed against her hand as it fell, but surprisingly, it didn't stick. She examined the ones on the ground, picking one up. It wasn't sticky at all, though she could see the sheen on the leaves still attached to the branches. "They must lose their gooey properties after they fall off the branch. How strange." She noticed that the slime on her hand began to dry up, and crack. At least it wouldn't be stuck on her forever.
She returned her attention to cutting the branches, making a small passage for herself to slip through. On the other side, there was a large hill, with a small hole. There were no trees near the hill. They all seemed to surround it, but at an odd distance, almost like trees just couldn't grow there, though she could see more trees beyond the rise in land. Her eyes darted back to the hole. She moved closer, now just outside of it. She peered inside, but couldn't see anything. She takes her other dagger out, knowing that her sword wouldn't be of much use in such a small space. With that, she lowered herself in.
