I watched with joy as it grew slightly larger with each returning spring. Wisdom slowly unfolded in his eyes and his senses sharpened as he grew more accustomed to the forest. As we were at the end of summer, he could almost tell how his tiny, pointy ears heard the song of the tree before his mind reacted.
- 'What was that?' he asked and looked towards the forest with a hint of worried curiosity.
– “Only the walnut trees inform us that in a few hours a delegation of humans will arrive.”
She pondered for a moment before returning to the leaves floating in the stream in front of her. I smiled. Over time, he was able to hear orcs, humans, and other lesser races even before they crossed the edge of the forest. With a century of training, she will most likely become a worthy ranger.