Crack. Crack. Crack.
The sound of leaves and twigs breaking, and small rocks colliding could be heard from Rania's every step. She wasn't that far from the entrance yet but the forest looked dark already. Good thing she brought a few luminous stones to use for lighting. While she rummaged on the pocket of her cloak, she suddenly heard faint crying noises from the bushes behind her. It was so soft that it almost seemed inaudible. Weary of what it was, she alerted herself. But then she thought, whatever it was, given the tiny voices it's producing, it shouldn't be that much of a threat, right? So, she carefully approached the bushes and parted it into two with her hands.
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.