Razor had sensed it before Foran noticed the moving tree branch. There was something watching over them...it was hard to tell. It smelled like it was a thing of nature, yet otherworldly...beast like, yet not. And he could hear the creaking of a lone branch instead of a multiple branches, like one would heard fro ma breeze, and there wasn't much rustling of leaves due to the slight movement...showing that whatever it was that was watching them was attached to nature itself. Already, he was having strong suspicions.<br/><br/>Before hand, Razor was just content on crouching by the fire, enjoying the warmth. His robes and mask was already away as he let Foran do the work with their tent and bedrolls. Being blind didn't exactly help  with putting up camp. He was surprised to hear Verita use magic to create the fire, in a village like that, he had wondered if they even heard of magic. And he purposefully chose to ignore the topic of the origins of the Ramen, it was something that he didn't like to explain. At the time, and maybe even now, it was a bit hard for him to take that they were derived from human bits and human tampering...It just didn't sound right.<br/><br/>But, back to current events, he now had a mission...found out who or what was looking over them. On the sound of Foran mentioning how he was going to hunt for food, he nodded and stood up, turning around to face the wilderness. Getting into position, and then using legs strong enough to carry his body weight and then some, he pistoned from the spot he was standing and zipped right into trees and bushes, purposefully letting things rustle and letting sounds of his seemingly mad dash be heard...possibly to have the 'enemy' doubt his actual hunting skills.<br/><br/>Though, after a few feet of moving, and hopefully away from the eyes of their overseer, Razor quickly ducked behind a tree. Thanks to his features, his breathing was practically silent...even when he took a deep breath...he smelt many things, his companions included...as well as toxic plants, other woodland critters and beasts...and their mysterious guest. Using his limbs to his advantage, he turned to the tree and jumped into the air, stabbing his clawed feet into the bark and then using his claws to embed himself into the tree. He waited for only a moment, the sounds of him using the tree to climb being louder than he had anticipated, by once he started to crawl upwards, the tree seemed to be working more for him as he silently climbed up the tree.<br/><br/>He continued to climb up the tree until he got about midway to the top, though he didn't know how far he was, only estimating by how many leaves he heard rustling above him due to breezes and slight vibrations from his climb. But he assumed this was well above the branch that his target had gotten. Moving around the trunk of the tree, he started to use his senses to find a branch and started to crawl along it...hoping that his target was searching for him as he silently stalked along the branch. Judging from the smells in the air, and noises he could hear on the wind...he was right above the camp, getting closer to his target as, when needed, he crawled onto other branches.<br/><br/>He was like a beast and a hunter made for the wilderness as he deftly made his way through the air on the branches, barely making a sound as he crawled. The Ramen hunter was only a few feet away from his target, countable by inches by now. The scent drove him on...it perplexed him...primal, yet not so. What was this creature? There was only one creature he had confronted with this same kind of confusing smell...<br/><br/><i>Elves...</i><br/><br/>As soon as he thought it, he got a bit anxious and stopped...If this was indeed an Elf...then could it be possible that they were trespassing onto Elfish lands? That they perceived their camp of survivors and refugees as some sort of hostile threat? And if there was this one...were there others? How many were looking down at their camp right now and he could not detect simply because they were experienced at hiding themselves than this one? A lot of questions popped into Razor's mind, but he shook them off...there was a chance that this wasn't an Elf...then again, who would know until he acted?<br/><br/>Sticking to that logic, he crawled more through the branches onto the same tree that the hopefully suspected Elf was on, lowering himself until he was on a branch just above and behind the mysterious figure. He then crawled along that branch, the end just stopping close to the Elf. He took in another silent scent, the smell from the figure more powerful now...yes, it was certainly an Elf, female...though he couldn't tell much beyond that and that this Elf was a rather experienced hunter herself. Or at least it seemed with how at ease she seemed to be with the wilderness.<br/><br/>The Ramen didn't do anything at that point, watching the watcher and wondering he had been detected throughout his venture to over here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>