Snippet #2386445

Kane sat beneath the thinning cover of the tree line that bordered the wide expanse of the prairies. He had enjoyed watching the sun rise, a minor pleasure and not one he indulged in by choice. Via was particularly irritable in the morning, rising early with an unquenchable desire to interrupt Tyron's shallow slumber. Having brushed her of and sent the energetic eagle away to fetch her morning meal he didn't bother to do much except watch the sky and the horizon. He hadn't heard Rhys wake before he had left, although that was not much of a sign. Despite the clarity in which he viewed the world Tyron had become accustomed to his friend, much in the same way one would get used to the sights and sound of a town. His fellow Warg was the only one that could take Kane by surprise. Which was acceptable by the young man, he would trust his friend with his life and knew that the feeling would be returned.

With a drowsy sigh and a stretch Tyron stood. Welcoming the morning and yet another day before turning to stride back beneath the shade of the trees. Today was going to be a warm day, thankfully the forest offered protection from the sun as well as prying eyes. It was somewhat sad that the prairies were so empty, they were the epitome of freedom. Proud expanses of grass as far as the eye could see, even his well developed vision. Of course there were a few villages and towns out there but it wasn't so different to a desert in Tyron's mind. A few oases where life is suitable. After all, grass on it own has little to offer. Certainly for people like him who need to hide it isn't particularly inviting. Not that he didn't mind the forest, it was beautiful in its own way, specially for those who could hear the layers upon layers of life. He crouched next to a quaint stream, not a small one since it rose to his shins and was probably deeper further up. Dipping his hands in the cool water and splashing it across his face, moments of calm like this could never be fully enjoyed. The slick tickling sensation as the liquid dripped from his sun tanned features. He took a sip, it was even remarkably clean for a stream running through the forest. Yet he did notice a peculiar taste among the other unpleasantries, one that flowed down the running water. It was usual to have the tastes and scents of animals in forest water, but this one stood out and concerned him slightly.

Refreshed but not relaxed he continued his trek back to the campsite he shared with Rhys. Having settled a safe distance from the stream they were pretty much cloaked by the trees should anyone visit the water source. Via would be back soon and if the other two were awake they could eat whatever bounties the spring brought them and continue. Usually they didn't travel this far from their 'territory' and it was with caution. The rumors of a safe heaven for their kind was a little suspicious and perhaps too good to be true. Still, if it was true the possibility of a peaceful life was far too enticing. Regardless, that wasn't their immediate concern. As far as Tyron could tell there was no settlements nearby, yet without a doubt he had tasted human in the water. As disturbing as it sounds, he deals with it. Having such attuned senses can be a curse in more ways then one. It wasn't just a trace either, the stream was probably deeper before it reached his campsite. Deep enough for someone to bathe in it seemed, but who would was the more intriguing detail.