Pausing to spread out his senses, he heard yelling off in the distance. A man's voice, as well as a woman's, softer and pleading.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he followed them.
He could easily see the path they had taken. Small threads of silk, pulled from a garment by thorns, broken branches and drops of blood lead a path straight to them
Standing under the trees on the riparian, he watched as the male human loomed over the female. The red of his armor standing out against the gray of his kimono easily identified what this man was.
Samurai.