Violet stares up at at wall with wide eyes, she had never been so close to it before. The only thing that kept her kind from harming his kind. She looked down at him now, his eyes closed. Or more rather, his kind harming hers. But no.. That wasn't right. Which race was really the one at fault? She shook her head to dismiss the question, focusing on the horse instead. "Alright then, I suppose that will be fine."<br/><br/>As they neared the entrance to the forest, her nose went up into the air and she blinked, looking puzzled. "Well that's odd.." She murmured to herself, scanning the trees with an anxious look. Her skin started to crawl and her blood seemed to freeze, her grip on saddle even more tense. "Very odd..." She could feel the horse becoming alarmed, it's hooves clomping down on the road with more force, it's head starting to nod up and down impatiently.<br/><br/>"Umm.. Huntsmen?" She looked over to Arawn, her voice obviously tentative. "Maybe we should turn around, I think.. I think..." She gulped and looked up into the trees, spotting something. "I think we're being watched."