Token walked through The Forbidden, having no knowledge of the place at all. His passage was silent. His body was held low to the ground. He reacted to every noise around him. He was truely something from The Wild, the unpridicable side of nature made tangible.
Suddenly his head shot up, sniffing the air and reading it as one would a book. A friend. Fear. And an attacker. Growling under his breath, he lept into the tree at his right, making sure not to shake the branches, leaving the area with as little noise as a squirrel might.
Token arrived on the scene, a tightness in his chest. He couldn't see Linken, but knew she must be around. He couldn't see the attacker, as it was dark, but he'd learned to sense other's presences.
He dropped to the ground, feet light, blood rising in his veins, moving like The Wild, like the wind before a thunder storm. He unsheated his only weapon: a dagger. However, he waited for a moment, silent, trying to adjust and see the assailant.
