Daelin sat down atop the caravan. Looking out behind them and watching the area that the maw hounds came from. Perhaps he was being hard on them. Sometimes that's what it took though. Even the captain had gone soft here. The situation may have dredged up memories of old times in the veterans to hit them harder than it should have.

	Daelin gripped the rail tightly and sighed. Out here one could think when they weren't caught up in complications. The air was crisp, the sky was beautiful and the sound of birds chirped like music. Their absence was always a sound of danger but for now they chirped merrily away. These wilds were wonderful when they weren't trying to kill you.