High above them in a nearby tree, Zev watched the group below. The one they called Ty looked like he needed rest and healing, but obviously he was too proud to really submit to the girl Tari’s ministering. Well, it was his own fault he got injured. Zev had told him to go back and he had impulsively not heeded the warning.
“Fool,” Zev whispered.
"There's something..." Tacit trailed off, removing his weapon from his belt, holding it ready. "Keep your heads down, and your weapons ready. I don't like this..."
Tacit, however, was no fool, and Zev quickly flattened up against the trunk of the tree to avoid detection.
”Wait,” the one called Ty spoke. Then a pause. “Nothing. So far.”
Zev relaxed and watched them again. Not too far off in the distance, was a torchlight, bouncing and weaving through the thick forest, headed their way. A friend or a foe? Zev would just wait and see.
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)