Short Halt

Today, the leaves were burdened by an additional weight, the surroundings were calmer than usual, the birds seemed to be flying higher above the canopy, not stopping to catch any insects or to take a rest, the ambient life in the air was less as the forest animals had cleared off the area.

Tinged ever so much by death, Loimos didn't recognise it as the usual amount an undead would leave in its wake, the lives taken here were for the growth of another living, touching and decaying the blood upon a nearby leaf, he could tell that it was human.

Everything was already dried by the enormous heat of the conjoined suns, but it was obvious that everything was recent, Loimos had slightly diverged from his path because he had sensed a spike in death in the woods of to his right, only to discover once he got there that it was not the work of a fellow.