Inspiration
Whiskers fade into the forest as the hunt begins. the Cloak was careful not to leave tracks. You stalk through the trees, stopping periodically to extend your sensory awareness. As your gaze scans your environment, you think through the logic of the Cloak.
Suddenly, you notice a bent branch at shoulder level. Once you know it exists, the pattern of branches pushed aside marks the trail as readily as any track. You follow the disruptions in the brush to an overgrown rock formation. You can’t see your quarry, but you hear something faint to your right. The soft breathing of the Cloak.
Peering around a rocky shelf, you meet the eyes of the Cloak… and of six of your fellow Whiskers! The way they look, wedged into the narrow space, nearly makes you laugh out loud! But not yet, the Cloak reminds you with a finger to their lips. There are still other Whiskers to stymie.