Aimee looked to where Elann pointed and noted the shadow her brother’s legs cast on the ground. She watched her brother shift his weight, one foot coming up as the other took on the bulk of the Kelvic’s light frame. Looking back to Elann, the same uneasiness was in her eyes, seemingly unperturbed by Noah’s safety. The winds change was unhinging because it didn’t make sense that the clouds were advancing if the wind wasn't pushing them. Atop that, there was the fact that lightning and thunder roamed and rumbled yet no rain was in the air. It could’ve been a dry thunderstorm, surely, but she would’ve felt at ease otherwise.

The first verse of the campfire song was started, the lead singer was  a woman with a pleasant yet soft voice. To Aimee it was almost horrendous and ringing in her ears, some form of hyper-alertness taking her over. She kept rubbing her wrists, her eyes wide and flicking as if she was Noah. They flicked to Elann, an urgency in them. 

“Go to him, please,” Aimee urged. “I don’t feel well.” It was a grand understatement. Aimee’s stomach was flopping about yet felt as if it was bound by belts at the same time.

The flapping of the tent because of the wind made Aimee’s sight shoot there. Should she have been a wolf, her ears would’ve been fluttering this way and that. There was a deep sense of apparent paranoia in the maned wolf and she was pressed to the tips of her toes, like a coiled spring ready to bolt. She looked to Elann again and nodded her head firmly in the direction of Noah before pulling away from the Benshira altogether.

Aimee went back towards the bulk of the camp but disregarded the people entirely. The guards whom were preparing for their nightly shift sat around a fire finishing their dinner. Their weapons were near them as they stood or sat around their own open fire. Even though there were fires around her, the orange flames dotting the camp slowly, Aimee’s skin was chilled. Initially she wanted to blame it on her short sleeves and lack of insulated leggings, but there was something she felt was physically crawling beneath her skin causing the goosebumps.

Noah looked to the sky as another rumbling spat of thunder came, the lightning etching through the rounded bellied clouds. The wind was blocked by the caravan at his back but he listened to the thunder. As if compelled, he turned back towards the front of the wagon, the way Elann had went, and used the wagon’s frame as a crutch until he came to the harnesses that held the horses who drew the vehicle down the road. He rounded it entirely, walking slowly towards the back of the once decorated car that he had slept in that day. He didn’t stop there though, continuing on until his frame could be seen peeking towards the camp and the woods in the background.

The wind surged at him, the tents flapping because of it, and he was filled with a sense of unease as well. It was apparent in his eyes and how they intently shot back and forth from one end of the camp to the other. The little birds in the trees were sleeping but he called out to them anyway, a series of high whistles to jar them awake.