In the days that have come before, the only threats in the forest were merely lost strangers with no weapons and violent wild animals.Yet, today seemed different when the chattering of lost people came. With it, came distantly familiar scents that caught Sunnee's attention. One, he recognized. A prepubescent succubi's muffled pheromones, only weakened by the cloth wraps over their scent glands.
An underage succubus a forest? How did it even leave hell at this age?
Before long, the sound got closer.
"Admit it, Ire! We're lost! You, mister perfect, got us lost!"
"We're not lost! The trail is somewhere nearby..."
"Lost lost lost lost lost! I'm gonna spend my birthday in a body bag!"
"Shut up and let me focus!"
That was an interesting exchange. It was still going, now close enough for Lily to hear.