Lyle approached the Treant cautiously, feeling the weight of its gaze upon him. The air was thick with presence of the Treant, its immense aura surrounding the clearing, the ancient energy it had clearly visible to them all, but it was not oppressive, instead it was more akin to a reminder that they were in someone else's domain.
The Treant towered over them all, its branches swaying gently as its vast form didn't move an inch. The twisted dark bark suggested that it was much older than any of them could even comprehend, but the glowing green eyes were filled with wisdom, as well as a warning, a warning that Lyle and the others clearly understood: they were allowed to be here right now, but the Treant could change his mind and expel or kill them whenever it wished to do so.
