"Which way are we going?" Kiyo asked Kensun as he lit a torch.

"The way we took to get here, long ago." he replied.

"But that way is dangerous." she said.

"I know, but it's the only way to ensure that we'll make it there unharmed."

"That way makes no sense..."

They shared a small laugh.

"Let's get going." Kensun said placing a hand of reassurance on her shoulder.

Much later that night in the wee hours past midnight it had begun to rain, which forced them to keep going in order to make good time and to allow the rain to wash away their tracks.

"Look, Mrs. Beaver packed a woolen blanket." said Kiyo as she looked for anything to shield Tumnus from the rain. "Oh, bless her heart." It was woven together with Minotaur hair that was so thick and wooly that the rain just slid off the surface.

Kensun led them to a river. Winding their way down an overgrown path they came across a small jetty and a sturdy raft floating in the water. As the sun began to dawn over the horizon, they found themselves leaving the raft and waters behind and continuing their trek on foot through a stone path that wound through rocky foothills.

By the time late morning arrived, the Faun family took shelter under a small crevice in a rock wall. Kiyo rummaged around in the pack for a moment then pulled out a bundle of kindling with a smile and Kensun proceeded to make a small fire. As their son napped nearby the couple enjoyed some toast and berry preserves.

Kensun watched his mate as she licked at a bit of jam on her middle finger. He felt a tingle in his groin as her small pouty lips wrapped about the tip of her digit. The Faun flexed his thighs together to quell the pleasurable ache.

"Kiyo," he said huskily. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." She said.

"Do you remember anything, Er, you know, when you were unconscious?"

"What?" The Doe said with a giggle.

"I mean did you dream at all?"

Kiyo took a second or two to collect her thoughts when a rosy blush crept all the way up to her high cheekbones.

"Oh my," she said sheepishly. "Did I say anything?"

"A little something slipped out." Kensun said with a grin.

"It was not as naughty as your thinking?" Kiyo insisted. "What I remember mostly was intense brightness all around me and falling, but it was warm and peaceful and I remember your big, muscular arms wrapped tightly around me, your body, so warm." The Doe sighed and blushed. "It felt so good..."

Kensun felt a tinge of jealousy erupt in him when he realized that Oreious had been holding her too. He looked down at his arms. The Faun was definitely muscle toned but not muscle bound.

"At least until I began to feel like I had been bound to log rolling down a bumpy hill," she continued as Kensun laughed. "It was terribly uncomfortable at first, but then there you were again, standing under a spring blue sky, laying me down upon a soft patch of grass under our favorite oak tree..."

"And then...?" Kensun said trying not to sound too eager.

"That's all." Kiyo replied. "Like I said, not as naughty as your thinking."

"Ah, well." Kensun slightly disappointed.

Kiyo laughed and moved closer to him. She cuddled up to Kensun who lovingly wrapped his arms around her. They enjoyed this little rest until Tumnus stirred from his sleep and after feeding him, they continued on their way.

After all that rest he had, young Tumnus insisted on walking. It was clear to his mother and father that he had recovered for he was back to usual very energetic self. They smiled as he ran ahead, bounded over large rocks, and brought back some miscellaneous item such as a funny looking rock or a stick or some creepy crawly creature such as a lizard or a beetle. And, every once in a while, he indulge in every faun's favorite past time.

Three vultures were picking at a mangled unidentifiable carcass, the faun child crept up to them quietly as he possibly could. He leapt at the haggard looking creatures shrieking wantonly causing them to scatter and take to the air in panic. He laughed as the remainder of their feathers fluttered to the ground.

"EEW! Yuck!" he cried as he took in the sight of what the vultures had been picking at and ran back to his parents.

"Son, you must be quiet," his father urged. "Who knows what could be lurking out here."

"You stay close to your father and me from now on." Kiyo ordered.

"Why?" The child protested with a pout and a frown.

"Your mother's right." Kensun said sharply. "Narnia is not safe anymore."

"Don't fret, son," said Kiyo as Tumnus let out a sad sigh. "Pretty soon you'll have loads of other little Fauns to play with soon enough." A small smile brightened his face.

Sometime later, they came to a halt at a colossal rock wall. A dead end, or so it seemed. Kensun pulled a long cloth from the rucksack than abandoned it nearby.

"Come here, son," he said, "I'm going to have to carry you."

"How come?" Tumnus asked. "I wanna climb."

"It's much too high to climb on your own," said Kiyo. "And I'd better carry him, Kensun; I'm more limber than you are."

"If you say so." He said.

Using the cloth Kensun strapped Tumnus to his mother. Satisfied that it held together as a carrier should, the Faun couple slowly began to climb.