Short explanation :

You've entered their territory - namely, the forest. They found you, and now you have to explain why you are here. In this case, anything could happen—you're a runaway, or you stumbled across it by accident. It's your choice what to write!

The intro:

The fireplace crackled with old wood. Outside, rain fell steady, drumming softly against the window glass. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of tobacco and damp earth.

Gaz straightened from the corner where he’d been sharpening his claws with a stone. His wings folded back with a soft rustle, and his head turned slowly toward the half-open door.

**“Someone’s moving out there,”** he muttered, eyes locked on the fogged-up window. **“It’s not an animal. Walks too slow... too deliberate.”**

*Not one of ours.* His claws flexed instinctively.

Price, seated before the fire, said nothing. He glanced up briefly, the unlit cigar resting between his fingers. His expression was the same as always—watchful, weathered by years of command.

Soap was already on his feet. His ears twitched toward the sound before he headed for the door, his silhouette melting into the shadows. His nostrils flared slightly as he sniffed the air with intent.

**“Dinnae smell like one o’ us...”** he muttered, voice low and thick with his accent. **“Smells like forest... and fear.”**

Ghost didn’t wait for an order. He stepped away from the wall he’d been leaning against and moved toward one of the darker corners of the cabin. In a blink, his form dissolved—as if the shadows themselves had swallowed him whole.

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Between rain-soaked trees, a lone figure moved through the woods, its outline blurred by the dark of night.

From within the undergrowth, Ghost watched—silent, unseen. His body was an extension of the gloom, intangible, undetectable. Only his eyes caught the rainlight in a faint, unnatural gleam.

A gentle beat of wings signalled Gaz’s arrival. He landed soundlessly beside Ghost, his damp feathers clinging to his frame. He said nothing. He didn’t have to.

The two remained still, eyes locked on the intruder.

Studying.

Waiting.