Deep in the woods outside the village of Til'amin, Akila Solamin crouches silently. Every step she takes is as silent as a cat’s paw walking across a plush carpet. Her breathing is controlled and deliberate; long and slow. Designed to slow her heart rate, increasing her focus and calm. Her emerald eyes narrow, darting at every tiny movement in the otherwise still forest. Every leaf floating down from the canopy, every bir...