Focusing on the source of the movement, which came from a small cluster of bushes nearby a couple of trees, the group formed a crescent shape. Taeryn and Marketh, arguably the two strongest of the five there, were the closest, with Kiala being the furthest away.
Slowly, once their shape was made, they advanced closer to the source of the movement, moving slowly so not to alert whatever it was to their intentions.
Suddenly, a small boy rushed out of the bush, wielding an oversized stick as an impromptu weapon. As he came into view, one word came into Marcus's mind. Feral.
His clothes, or rather what was left of them, were dirty, torn and tattered. He was covered in dirt and his hair was unwashed, with individual strands sticking together thanks to mud and sweat.
"Careful," Taelen said to the others. "Don't harm them. It's just a child."
