It's not terribly to follow the target's tracks through the underbrush, and Cashmere is silenty gloating as he makes his way through. Warnings from his sister to watch for the game and be prepared are, for the most part, dismissed - he's chasing a mostly unarmed human through the brush. What could possibly go wrong?

A plant rustles to his left, and he smirks. Look, the human's so scared it's tripping up. This should be simple. He sneaks through the brush and stabs his sword forward into-

A clump of brush with a small, severed piece of rope hanging from it. What the-