"Look out!" Lianth said, his ears picking up on the movement and his eyes confirming what was causing it. "The vines are moving, likely a carnivorous plant. I suggest we flee the area, post-haste." He grabbed Glaive's shoulder, not waiting for his agreement, and started to run, pulling the tigerwolf along with him. "Don't get out of arm's length. Fog's thick. If we get split up we're easy prey."