Jen Ko sat with his back to the trunk of a tree, his cloak wrapped around his body, shielding it from the chill night air. He tended a small cookfire with a stick held in one paw, ocassionally stirring the branches and twigs, sending showers of sparks to join the stars in the sky. The raccoon had been in the northlands for about three days now, and not seen a living soul. He'd found several burnt out husks that had once been houses, and a few tracks, suggesting he wasn't alone in the forest, but other than that he hadn't seen any concrete sign of life since leaving upper Mossflower… until tonight that is.
He yawned, but refrained from going to sleep. Instead, he continued to swivel his ears, training them on the sounds on the other side of the tree he had his back to. A rustling leaf, a cracking twig, gently creaking armor, breathing. Most of it would have been too faint to hear if he hadn't trained himself to hear those sorts of things.
There were at least two of them, of that he was sure, and they were both experienced at not being heard. The armor was certainly oiled to minimize the creaking, their feet sounded as if they weren't even touching the ground the steps were so soft and precise, and even their breathing was regulated; slow and steady, made to sound like wind.
Jen Ko had been walking all day, still not sure what he was looking for, and he didn't want a fight. So, as the sounds grew close, he breathed deeply and let his muscles loosen up; he'd need to be limber for this. He waited, limp and tense at the same time. A leaf crunched beneath an unseen footpaw.
With a lurch of speed, coordination, and agility born of years of merciless training, Jen leapt up from where he sat, sweeping his foot out as he jumped into the air. His fire was obliterated into shadows by the wide kick and he stretched out his arms, latching on to a low branch. With a grunt he heaved himself up into the dark foliage above him, disappearing into the branches and leaves.
He came to rest crouching on a branch high up in the tree. With one paw wrapped around a branch above him for support and the other on his sword, Jen peered down into the shadows beneath him. He saw figures moving below, but he didn't know how many.
Feeling a bit peeved at having to give up his warm fire, Jen called down, moving to a different branch at the same time so they couldn't track his voice, "What is it you want with me friends? Answer quickly, I am not in the mood for games of tricks tonight." Positioning himself above one of the figures, he half drew his sword, poised to drop down like a hawk as he awaited a response.
(OOC: Oog, I feel like I had a brain-fart. It took me a good hour to think of anything of even moderate quality. Sorry if this isn't, well, good... at all. I blame sleep deprivation and evil Roomba mind control.)