If the elf was to take the left, then she instinctively knew that for the moment it was better to attack the thing from both sides, whatever it may be. She nodded once to show she understood. She heard the newcomer approach but paid him little mind for the moment. He could follow them if he liked, but her path was already set, there was little time for niceties. In the game of survival, saving oneself came first, the rest followed.

She plunged into the forest towards the right of the commotion they had seen earlier. The moment her feet reached the forest floor she found that the path before her was not to be an easy one. The heat, if nothing else, clung to her and left beads of sweat among her brow. Vines grabbed at her feet and ankles making walking slow. Not to mention the sounds began to echo around her, making the path forward a difficult one.

She began to weed her way forward, albeit slowly, carefully placing each foot fall in the sea of plantlife. In areas where the terrain became to harsh to move forward she pulled the dagger from her hilt and began to slice at the plants to clear the way forward. Her eyes moved across what little ground she could see to try and find signs of life, even though this too was difficult she needed to try, Animals needed water too.