--- Kat ---
The rats knew psychological warfare. As their little group progressed the sounds of the area turned over. Sometimes, there would be almost silence. Only the ripples of the wind in the trees and grass could be heard. Other times, the sound of one of those squirrels attacking could be heard… but not a single nut got within eyesight. They weren't shot to the sky, or at least, not 'upwards' enough to be seen. Sometimes, you could hear chittering nearby, sounded like it was directly on top of them. Kat and Lily could detect no real squirrels in that radius.
Appoline seemed similarly off centre because of this. The elf continually palmed various glowing concoctions. Rotating through a colourful cast that could likely be used for a few things. More than once Appoline wound her hand back to throw… only to vanish the potion before the motion completed, returning to normal and trying to watch out for when they were truly attacked.
