Noah’s attention went to Elann once again as she moved away from him, the air cold on the side she was once standing on. He looked at her with softness to indicate there wasn’t irritation or anger on his mind just thoughts; when he was angry it often showed, and his moods were often discernable based on how his brows and eyes showed. She left his space and he followed her with his eyes, meeting her gaze as she looked over her shoulder at him. Though he didn’t return her smile, he nodded to say he heard her words. When she was gone around the front of the wagon he turned back to face front and watched the wood again. A wind swept in from his left, chilling his side. It held no message this time around, but Noah’s eyes went to the sky anyway where clouds were rolling in from the direction of Syliras.

Noah didn’t move from his spot, simply shifting his weight from chime to chime. His feet could clearly be seen from underneath the wagon when viewed. In the camp, Aimee had bid the children goodnight. Having had thoroughly enjoyed her teaching session, she moved with the cook to put away his dinner making tools for that night. She wore the same outfit as she put on that morning, her barefeet cool against the soft grass and worn road. The winds that blew in from the east were welcomed by her and they blew at her mane of hair.

When such cool winds blew in Aimee usually looked to the sky and it was what she did now. She saw the clouds rolling in and inclined her head to sniff the air. She couldn’t smell rain on Zulrav’s breath but there was an unease in her that forced her to hurry along the aiding of the cook. She bid him a tentative goodnight and turned back to the camp. The air was being twanged away by the guitar of one of the campers and the beginnings of a woodland hymnal were being hummed by the people as they gathered around a large fire. She walked on by, waving to the people whose eyes followed her. The fire flicked and licked at the air as the wind pushed on.

Finding what she was truly searching for, she hurried over to Elann, her quick walk turning into a jog as she came upon the Benshira who was finishing her tent, having just made another trip from the wagon. “Elann,” Aimee said cautiously in a whisper.

Above, the clouds seemed to advance far quicker than Aimee had seen before. There was lightning in them and as it crackled far above in the sky, the rumbling that came was menacing. The wind shifted from the east to blow from the southwest and it gave the wolf a total pause in her movement. Her speech stalled and her head inclined once again to sniff the air. The wolf rubbed at her wrist. On her already fair skin was a barely seeable set of pale scars.

“Where’s Noah?” Aimee asked Elann, slowly turning her gaze to the thicket around them.