Damion shakily pushed himself forward, one wobbly leg moving after another as he cautiously stepped through the dense forest.<em>Crunch..Crunch...Crunch..</em>Such was the sound of a booted foot pressing against the leaves below them. He was not stealthy in the least with this armor and with his fear, but the least he could do was remain alert. Every sound, ever movement with the wind was a potential threat to someone who feared for their lives.<br/><br/>“Alright Damion..It’s time to calm down. No one is after you here. You are safe..You just need to get your head together and get out of her here.” He leaned back casually against a tree and began to breath in and out then in and out. He had to regulate his breathing, it would help control his pulse. As his heart rate slowed and he could no longer hear it pounding in his ears, a small relaxed sigh slipped through his lips. It was then he noticed a sound he hadn’t before.<br/><br/><em>Drip..Drip..Drip..</em>The sound of a liquid falling and splashing against the chain mail protecting his shoulder seemed to echo in his ears. Damion once more became hollow. His eyes began to slowly raise, he a bit nervous of what he might find. Finally, his eyes reached their full vertical to look straight up the tree..Only to see something he had not expected. Was that a person? Or more specifically a woman, due to the shape of her legs and bottom. He couldn’t be too sure as the brush was thick even above his head thanks to the trees being so well knitted together. Perhaps it was his imagination?