[ Caleb, meanwhile, is... unarmed! Aside from maybe a book-heavy bag. But his role here is perception, not combat, so it doesn't matter. Usually.
As they walk, he peers into the sun-dappled darkness of the woods, looking for movement. Anything unusual. And there's nothing for a good couple of minutes, thankfully, and it's just a pleasant walk in the woods with his brother and their best friend. ]
Nothing yet...
[ But as soon as he says that, a cold chill runs down his spine, and he stops in his tracks. ]
No, wait. Something is here.
[ But where--? He clearly can't see it, judging by how he's still looking around. ]
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As they walk, he peers into the sun-dappled darkness of the woods, looking for movement. Anything unusual. And there's nothing for a good couple of minutes, thankfully, and it's just a pleasant walk in the woods with his brother and their best friend. ]
Nothing yet...
[ But as soon as he says that, a cold chill runs down his spine, and he stops in his tracks. ]
No, wait. Something is here.
[ But where--? He clearly can't see it, judging by how he's still looking around. ]