Dusk
The water was running over her feet as Susan stood in the creek. The sun was just starting to go down, turning the clear liquid red, making it warm and cling to her foot when she raised it above the surface.
She turned, walking back to the grass that ran along the side of the now orange water that would soon become black crystals glittering under the moon.
Susan grabbed a towel from the bank, collecting the droplets of water on her skin with the soft cotton. "Maugrim?" she called, while wrapping the towel around her to keep the cold air away even though she still had a layer of clothing on beneath it. The chill was already starting to get to her as she walked up the hill to the camp.
A centaur trotted right by her as she gazed around the camp wondering where the large wolf had gone off to. Usually he would be at her side instantly when she called. The only time he didn't was when he was with Aslan.
So she made her way to the tent, ducking beneath the flap when wind kicked it up. "Aslan, do you know where Maugrim is?" she asked, glancing around the room for her wolf.
"He's not here." The lion raised his head from flattened grass. "I sent him on a mission. You look tired. Go to sleep, Susan."
She frowned, looking once more around the room before nodding. "Okay."