Kaleeth took in a deep breath, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Well, on your guard, then." She said, readying her weapon. Ridding herself of the fears that were, in her mind, very realistic would not be an easy task, but at the very least, training was something she could do with a definite, tangible benefit. As long as she was not wasting time with her thoughts doing nothing, she could be content. 

As night fell on the camp, the temperature dropped and most people headed to their tents. At the very least, most of the clan had access to bedrolls, so they could get a reasonably comfortable night's rest. Unfortunately, they could not keep fires going trough the night, since they had to conserve the firewood they brought with them from the forest. However, the night air, while cold, did remain well above freezing, so the clan was not in danger of anything other than some discomfort. There were some high winds in the night, and Ra'jorr did warn that a sandstorm was possible, but nothing had come of it by morning. 

The clan awoke early in the morning and set about quickly packing up the camp once everyone had a chance for breakfast. There was much that needed to be packed away, but the clan was surprisingly disciplined in most aspects of travel. It was a skill that most of the clan had been forced to learn in the aftermath of the attack that had driven them from Senchal, which now allowed them to be ready to move almost as fast as a small warband.