At fifteen meters, the stag's head lifted sharply, its ears twitching and its eyes sweeping the surrounding area.
Moon froze in his place, staring at the beast as it stood still for a long moment, then relaxed and lowered its head again.
Moon sighed internally, controlling his breathing. He had almost thought he had been caught.
Fifteen meters was the current detection threshold for a Three-Star beast with enhanced perception. That was significantly better than his original stealth had produced. Without Camouflage, the same stag would have detected him from at least fourty meters away.
He wasn't fully hiding behind trees or boulders either. He was standing partially in the open, blending with the surrounding terrain through the visual suppression rather than actual physical cover.
'Impressive.'
His proficiency continued to climb as he observed the stag's reactions and refined his blend against the terrain.
