[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

Amuné sorted out where she was as Nymira hugged her and offered reassurances.  But once she was reoriented, the girl only let Nymira hold her a few moments before she squirmed away and went for Ethan as the man touched her shoulder.  She didn't want the Dimuran -- she wasn't sure she liked the woman.  Ethan was a friend; Ethan was safe.  She wanted him.  "I h-had a bad dream," she sniffled, her heartbeat still elevated from the scare.  Amuné nodded at Ethan's words.  They'd find her daddy soon, and her mommy too, and everything would be okay.

She took a deep breath and gathered her tattered composure.  "I'm okay now.  ...Did I wake everyone up?"  The girl looked around at the others who, with the exception of Cecil, had clearly been sleeping until just a bit ago and her face fell.  "Sorry.  I'm sorry.  Let's go back to sleep."  She gave Wyth a pat, but instead of crawling back into her bedroll she nibbled her lip for a moment before speaking.  "Um...Ethan?  Can...can I sleep with you?  Please?"

Wyth's attention was now wandering as the feline sniffed the air.  Something smelled off.  He made a soft snarl, and his ears perked.  Moments after, an unearthly scream split the night, and the cat bounded towards the water.  But what he encountered there was not something he recognized, and it smelled like death and rotting meat and sickness.  The moorcat didn't want to get to close to the things that smelled like disease.  He danced backwards a few steps before darting back to the camp, with bristled fur and a thin yowl of consternation on his lips.

Amuné gasped as the moorcat slowed mere paces from her and started shoving her, trying to get her to run.  "Wyth?  What's out there, what..."  Her voice faltered as she saw the horrifying creatures that approached.  "Ethan?!  Ethan, what do we do?  Can you...can you make them go away?!"[/color]