We both stand silently as we listen to the rustle sounds coming from the bushes not far from where we stood.
A look pass between us and there's a mutual understanding that whatever steps out of there we would attack it together, so we slowly separate from ourselves, he pulls out two blades and hands me one all the while his focus remains on the rustling bushes.
My legs spread out as I balance my weight and try to remember every attack and defence tactic that I'd been thought during my training to become a guard.
Soon the rustling stops and it seems whatever had been in there had left so I drop my guard down but unlike me, Hunter remains in his stance keen on fighting, is this wolfman insane? There's nothing there anymore, it probably had been a hare, after all, this is the spring season and soon autumn and winter would arrive.
