The distant rumbling of clear water crashing over the falls seemed to hum beneath the earth's surface, a pleasant vibration beneath her talons. Lifting her snout to test the air, Sylvéra found it heavy with a fine mist carried downriver by the Summer breeze. Smelling nothing else of consequence, she declared the area safe, turning back to her companions and tossing her head as though to point.
Two humanoid figures emerged from the trees. Pell still had her bow half-drawn, fingers curled over the string and ready to pull it taut. Wary emerald eyes echoed the obvious tension carried in her shoulders. Beside her was Jiran. His own eyes gla