It took a couple of days for Senith's hunting party to reach their destination in the southernmost area of the swamps. They were not far from the exact location where Sithalin had seen the kryan for the first time. This is where the search would begin.

That night, they gathered around a small camp fire. Senith sat beside the fire, watching the lights flicker and dance on the leaves of the trees around them. He payed careful attention to the sounds emitting from the forest and the swamp. He could recognize the voices of birds that lived near the village, but there were differences in the pattern. Amongst the usual birds, Senith could hear at least three new bird. He wondered whether one of those voices was the mysterious kryan itself.

He sighed quietly and curled up on the ground next to the fire, carelessly draping a fur blanket over himself. He had been the last to fall asleep. For the past few days, he was having trouble sleeping. He knew it had to be the stress from leading a party. He was used to following the decisions made by others. Now, every time a question was asked everyone looked towards him. He had already made a few mistakes, much to the annoyance to the rest. He was simply not ready for this.

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Sithalin stopped at the edge of the lake. He paused to stretch his limbs before diving into the lake. The cool sensation of the water spread across his body. He instantly felt relaxed and free. Completely submerged, he began swimming away from the lake's coast. As he did, he swam deeper and deeper. As his lungs began to ache, he quickly diverted his course and swam straight up. His head burst out of the surface of the water. He stopped to breath for a few moments then took a deep breath as he dived back down. He studied the waters as best as his blurred eyes would allow. There was not a single fish in sight. Worried,  he dived straight to the bottom of the lake and studied the sandy floor. Once again, there wasn't a single sign of life that he could see.

He burst through the surface of the water once again. He hissed in frustration as he began making his way back to the coast. The fish had moved again. He couldn't understand why this kept happening. It seemed as though they had to travel farther and farther every time they went for a fishing trip.

"Hunters!" Sithalin yelled for the others, clearly angered. They came running from the camp some distance away as he stepped on shore. "The fish left. We need to keep moving," Sithalin reported. A few of the Saurians exchanged tired expressions. Everyone shared the same thought: how much farther?