There was little else Aya could do for Destin now but watch his breathing. She sat by his side and stroked his fur. She felt a mixture of guilt and pleasure. Here he was beside her. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed his presence. Why did it make her so happy to have him here, even in his sorry state? He was just some boy she'd met. She wrapped one arm around her legs and stared into the fire, trying to make sense of it all. The worries closed in around her. Were his campmates alright? What if one of them was injured? Where were Kianna and Brick? They weren't in trouble at the river, were they? Whoever might have harmed Destin could still be there.