When they reached the beaten path,Flint looked around, checking to make sure the coast was really clear. It seemed like it, but he had a nagging suspicion. Forest were usually calm, but had an ambient sound to them. Bird songs, insects chirping, and other sounds that gave life to the surrounding nature were common, and were easy to forget were there. It was only now, listening closely that Flint noticed why he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. The trees around them were silent. "How long ago did the birds stop singing," He couldn't remember. They had been when they first arrived, but between then and now he couldn't recall. "I don't think it'd be wise to march right on in. This has a stink to it I don't trust. Is there another way in?"