In another part of Direwood forest, a band of elves followed behind prince Arawn among the significant heights of the trees. They moved swiftly, sliding down the branches, jumping and flipping acrobatically. They had been searching for Evanna for two days now, following Arawn's lead, who was becoming more and more frustrated.
Arawn dropped to a branch below the others, crouched down, tilting his head to the side as a small smile played on his lips. Garrett landed heavily next to him but was still silent; he looked on at what the prince was humoured by and furrowed his brows. Before them was a dead faceless creature on the ground; their gazes followed the tree's broken branches above it and the black pool of blood surrounding it.
