IRIS'S P. O. V
Two minutes into the exercise, I, who hadn't been doing too well and had gotten so agitated that I was huffing and growling at myself, asked, "What if the ground is littered with twigs, what do I do then?"
"You listen to the sounds of the forest and try to blend in. What can you hear?" Blake inquired.
I released a long-suffering sigh and answered in an impatient voice. "Birds, bees, leaves rustling, animals scurrying around, the river..."
"Good. You need to blend in with those sounds. This is where the soft and even walk ends. Sure, you still tread softly, but you don't want your footsteps to be regular. Maybe move a few steps and then halt, just like a small animal would do. Wait for the moment when the breeze picks up to move again, and then halt."
I grinned mischievo
