The Lost venture forth, as they move from leaf strewn ground to the crunch of snow, they're slapped in the face with sub zero chill. The continual changes of temperature snags Jack's attention, he doesn't notice anything else.
Mina a little more prepared, but also focused on aiding Kray in navigation notices the thick roots, bow, arching in ways that let them pass...and she might just be sensitive to them, but there seems be be a lot more vines than the last time they passed through here.
Kray leads them forward, Clause catching, and knows that there is Cousin's Trumpet nearby even as he notices the bowing, arching roots, strangely helpful of the hedge, but he knows which way to go.
Circe, less focused on navigation and more on potential danger notices the strange...lack of expected noise. Usually there sound and motion from hobs of all sorts even if they're far off, but as far as she can tell the only noise is coming form them. This lack brings with it an omnipresent feeling of being watched.
I'd like another Wits + Survival Teamwork can still apply if you want to do that!



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