Uh, okay! [ After a cursory glance over her shoulder to gage the creature's (and Jaune's) progress, she begins scanning the tree line ahead of them for any point of entry. Their immediate path is strewn with vines as thick around as biceps and heavy moss.
Oh right. Up not ahead! ] Uh... where is it?! Does it matter which tree? [ OF COURSE NOT ]
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Oh right. Up not ahead! ] Uh... where is it?! Does it matter which tree? [ OF COURSE NOT ]