Alicen reached the trees before him and seemed to disappear inside. There was a flicker of movement and she appeared again, hard to spot with her cloak blending her into the background. There was no crunch of leaves or snap of twigs to signal her trek through the brush. The first thing Halt had taught her was silent movement and she excelled at it. That and archery. She found a sufficient place for their rest and began to busy herself with setting up camp. "It would be ill-wise to start a fire in case the smoke is seen," She paused and glanced at him, "That is unless you have some sort of magic to conceal our fire?" She slipped her cloak off and her white wings glowed in the depleting daylight. 

She stretched them out and sighed; they had been cramped up under her cloak all day.