The sun lowered down behind the treeline while the moon climbed higher in the sky, quickly turning day into night. The stars started to shine as it became dark enough to see them.
Luna and Mark were walking through the woods on a dirt trail that was far away from the campsites. Not too far away from them was where they had set up the traps just an hour before.
Carl was hiding in wait somewhere close by while Luna and Mark acted as bait. To all the world, the two of them looked like a couple that had lost track of time and were just now heading back.
The two of them walked in silence. Luna was wearing the belted fanny pack that her aunt had loaned her. Inside were three potion bottles, the other two were with Mark as backup.
The night air dropped in temperature, turning chilly. Grayish-white fog seeped out of thin air, covering the ground in a thick layer, making it difficult for Luna to see her feet.
