Aimee was the cause for the hares captured that night, striking up a deal with the night guards like she had done once before. She just caught enough to sate the caravan in the morning before a full party would be formed in order to hunt for the day. She did so when she came back late that night, seeing that the caravan had went to sleep for the evening. She came into the wagon after she did her hunting for the caravan with plans to sleep, but after seeing her brother in an unsettled mood she found that she would be trekking through the night on fumes.

Turned out, she was still going into the morning. The two Kelvics weren’t far from the caravan, a quarter mile from the clearing minding their own business before they started to return, figuring that the people would be up by now. Aimee came walking through the thicket dressed in Noah’s clothes. Her forearm was wrapped in her dress and perched there was the eagle Kelvic, clicking his beak idly and shifting his eyes through those gathered.

Aimee held Noah close to her center, the feathery beast of an eagle resting there with an ever twitching and swiveling head. She ran a hand over his head down his back then brought it back to the crown, scratching gently with her fingers. She said something under her breath, her lips only seemingly moving to those who looked on from afar. Afterwards she approached one of the trees positioned closer to the bulk of the tents and raised up her arm, letting the eagle transfer from her wrapped arm to low branch with ease.

She then went to the wagon, leaving Noah in the tree as he watched over the collection of tents, children, and people. Aimee drew some attention when she came into the clearing from the thicket, perhaps suspiciously, and eyes remained on Noah once she parted. The attention wasn’t as fleeting as before, people keeping their eyes on him longer than usual since they hadn’t seen his true form in quite some time. As it were, it didn’t last and they went back to their conversations and actions.