Ahmaht paused, surveying the area. It was like someone smashed all of the life out of the land and then left. He didn't like the atmosphere. It made him feel on edge.<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose the best way through is to just keep moving,</span>he thought. Larea and Sigrun decided to grab onto Zel's sleeves. Ahmaht walked alongside the women, one of his swords drawn. His movement seemed relaxed, much like the way a tiger looks relaxed before it strikes. Even the slightest of noises made him tense up, though most were caused by the group. "This is not natural," he muttered. "I just do hope we do not run into whatever did this." He took a few steps with a longer stride, walking ahead of Zel by just a few inches. He felt like he should say something, but just glanced at Zel with a slight nod. Whatever burned the woods apparently really hated plants.