The next day the army marched towards the hills nearby, where the river flowed through between the winding valley before continuing down to where they had just arrived.
Ares looked out in the distance and he could see a trail of smoke, no thicker than paper. "Looks like they are closer than expected," Ares said.
Stah'O looked up towards him. "What do you mean?"
"They're a few miles away from us. Camped out." Ares motioned with his head. There was a thick forest around them, and further ahead was another thick forest that kept each army out of sight from one another.
Stah'O turned and then motioned to a small unit. "Send some scouts," he said before turning to Ares.
Ares continued to march forward with them until they had settled towards the edge of the forest. Stah'O had sent a few of the warriors to check for any traps, but it seemed as though they had yet to find any.
