The cold, spring breeze blew through one of the many dense forests of this magical land, flowing between the towering green trees – a mix of pine and spruce littering the landscape – and cutting through was a gravely dirt road.

Walking along said gravely road was a figure cloaked in a scarlet red cloak, their stride quick and smooth, making almost no sound other than the crunching of dirt beneath their feet. If one were to look from the front, they'd see a scarred, somewhat familiar face.

The figure with the scarlet cloak was Red, better known as 'The Riding Hood', the newest rising star amongst the guild, a naturally talented Monster Slayer for a young man his age, his skills about wilderness survival being almost unmatched.

The looming trees that reached for the sky blocked out most of the light, leaving only a few rays to leak through the mess of branches, dotting the path below. Red has walked this path multiple times before, so he's not disturbed in the slightest, almost completely zoning out if it wasn't for something catching his attention: It sounded like someone was trying to match his footsteps, the key word being trying.

Stopping in his tracks, Red threw a small dagger at a nearby tree, the sharp blade lodging itself into the thick trunk, bark cracking and splintering off the impact zone.

"Alright fleabag, you can't sneak up on me anymore, I know all your tricks"

Red let out a sigh, crossing his arms in disappointment. His little wolf friend he met a few months ago couldn't learn any new tricks? Looks like he needs to teach them a little thing about stealth, even though they seemed to be pretty good at it already