Muffled and distant shuffling sounds caused Rob to raise his hand, gesturing a complete halt to all movement. With his hand suspended in mid-air he concentrated on listening, to hearing the sounds previously disguised within the natural environment. He heard it again, the damp, padded footfall of something growing closer, its movements cushioned by fog and terrain. He rolled his shoulders, glancing from left to right before committing to a decision. Grasping Taya's hand he led them towards a dense area of honey fungi, impatiently pushing her upward onto the lowest platform before promptly following her, spurring her onward and upward leaving Bray and Stacy to follow behind.
The heavy earthy smell of the terrain seemed less overpowering from their altitude, and the small group took a momen
