As he moved along the path, which showed no wear at all, only was slightly scuffed with dirt here and there, and occassional, varied animal tracks crosing it - never staying on it, Braska was watched and at times paced by various creatures, mosr of then small. Few of the large predators had stayed so near the city. The tiger had staked its claim and faced of the few challenges to this territory.
The tiger for now was sleeping. And in a bad mood, with a scabbed over wound on its rump, inflicted a few days before. The wound was from a bladed weapon and would clearly have said sentient predator - tool user to an equally sentient observer, but Braska would get to see it just now.
The quiet was stil profound. A handful of humanoids in the city adabdoned for millenia out of mind were hardly enough to change that quiet, exceot it brief, close, fleeting moments.
Ahead of Braska there was finally a wall, half obscured by the vegetation, and in the wall at its intersection with the path, a gap.