"Swiftly do stars burn a path across the sky,
Hast'ning to place one last kiss upon your eye.
Tenderly land enfolds you in slumber,
Softening the rolling thunder.
Dagger now sheathed, bow no longer tense.
During this, your last hour, only silence."
A few days went by without any sign of the shem's that the clan had spotted before. This gave them room to relax a little, however - Virgarth kept vigilant. His trust for humans was lower than most in the clan, but he knew what would happen if he relaxed too much and let their guard down. He didn't want to put his clan in any danger of being caught off guard by any shem, slavers or no.
He paced his way slowly along the camp's outskirts, keeping close to the others but far enough away that he could keep an eye on the forest surrounding them.
At times he would watch his brother Fen'Fael make some mischief in a playful attempt to keep tensions low, though their mother would often get frustrated at his pranks. This time he had slipped a make-shift pretend spider of twigs and dead leaves near the log she was using to sit upon. It wasn't a very well-made thing, but it was enough to startle her when she noticed it out of the corner of her eye.
She scolded him but Fen'Fael just ran off, laughing enough that soon she would laugh too; though not before throwing the fake spider at him. Virgarth smirked as he watched his family, his own playful nature not so easily hidden as he'd like to have others believe. Although not as childish as his brother, he did enjoy a good laugh with his loved ones.
After a few hours past, Virgarth allowed himself to relax, if the humans were close – there were no signs of it and with no immediate danger, he moved back to the small camp the group had made. Virgarth settled down upon one of the fallen logs, taking out his sword to sharpen it on some whetstone while things remained calm and quiet for the rest of the day.
As the last few rays of sunshine made it's way through the forest trees, Fen'Fael decided to aid his brother in one last check of their surrounding's just for an extra sense of safety should it be needed.
Virgarth gave a thoughtful sound before saying to his twin brother, "we should split up, then. Make a fairly wide circle around the camp. This way, should there be anything strange or dangerous, we would still be within shouting distance to the others."
Fen'Fael gave a nod of agreement, "and they would have enough warning to run away if we do find anything dangerous." He replied.
In their agreement, the two set off to check their surroundings one last time before the clan would rest for the night. Of course the whole clan would take turns to keep watch – as was their custom whenever night fell. After all, just because the clan needed sleep, it didn't mean that slavers would honour that, nor would beasts of the woods that prowled at night time.
