The wind rustled the leaves whistling unnamed tunes. Dustin's campfire burned low, slowly turning to coals. He reached down and grabbed a couple twigs to throw into the fire to keep it going.The half moon half lit the small clearing. He had stumbled upon this clearing two days ago. Dustin stood up, hearing an owl cry out in the distance. This forest had not been too kind to Dustin they were filled with wolves, large angry hawks and packs of boars. The journey from Maldor to this clearing had been long and troublesome. Now was his time to rest.
The sounds of the forest were full of noise, at least until you were the hunted, then the silence was deafening. Makes sleeping and almost impossible act, but he would be moving on soon. The next stop would be in Nevny Garen, another three day journey from this clearing. His water reserves were pretty low he would have to find some soon. He could hear a river raging away nearby, could be a mile away, he would have to go investigate, any source of water is a good source of water. He would follow the sound of the river in the morning, but first he would put some larger branches on the fire for now. The light it offered cast the whole clearing in a yellowish glow and kept the wild out of striking distance.
The sun would come soon...
