Leier moved like a shadow through the forest, the ground beneath her feet already dusted with the first snowfall of winter and the frigid air stung at her lungs with every breath. She skillfully used her Tribal Tattoo ability to blend with the grey trees and the icy surroundings, while carefully measuring her steps, avoiding making any slight noise that could denounce her position, even the sound of her breathing couldn't be discerned from close by.
Her heightened senses enabled her to clearly hear the voices of the soldiers scattered around and the smell of burning wood carried by the frigid winds. She focused on everything surrounding her. As she moved further ahead, Leier could finally see the faint glow of the invaders' campfire and an improvised tent arranged near it.
