You would think that after everything they had gone through, that the Summoned would be less inclined to wander out into dark woods that they were unfamiliar with, alone. And yet there Hilda is doing just that. And man, is she regretting it.

Her initial plan hadn’t actually been to wander this far into the woods. When the friendly herbalist in the square had told her that the pretty, fresh versions of the dried flowers she admired could easily be harvested at the start of the hunting grounds, Hilda thought it wouldn’t be more than several minutes of walking tops. She’d collect what she needed and be back in time for tea. Unfortunately, that’s wishful thinking.

“Was it a second right or the third left?” She hefts the spear across her shoulders with a whine and tugs her goggles atop her head. “Ugh, I should have just bought them it would have been easier.” Unfortunately all of her whining and less-than-delicate steps through the forest means the last thing she’s listening for are other creatures. Or say, someone else out hunting.