Hushed Willows i always make such expensive mistakes.

Artaax squinted out into the storm, but try as he might, he could see nothing but gray, streaks of white and constantly bending shadows. He half expected the voice to have been coming from his own head at that point, but again it chimed and the hompleia blinked in surprise. A bird?

He still suspected that this was some sort of trap, and so the boy didn't drop his guard as he crept towards the mouth of the den. He paused before stepping back out in the cold, trying to search once more for the source of the voice to make sure that it really was just as little as it claimed to be. "Where are you?" he called.