Fire...what else is there?

The disquiet of the night gave away to an uneasy morning. The tension that remained in lieu of the storm was foreboding, though she assumed whatever threat there was had come to pass. Her restlessness stemmed from many things. Storms came and went, as they were apart of essential life. This one was bar none one of the worst she had sensed, perhaps among the first of ones she had truly sought shelter for.

And now as they progressed back towards the Spine, her eyes wandered at the unsettling silence that had fallen over the terrain. Life was not void of the path, but it was still. The birds chirped unevenly and out of tune, perhaps as sleepless as the wolves that crossed beneath their homes in the heavy boughs.

The touch of Iqniq gave her observations pause, and she looked to him with a blank expression. His unease was indeed projected, and she nipped at his shoulder roughly. It was as though she suggested he should not have let such a thing as a storm to rattle his cage, though to say it hadn't shook at the bars of her own was untrue. Were the summers like this? She couldn't help but wonder after that, though she had already gone through a summer of sorts there.

And the heat, well, the heat was still there. Stifling and thick, the humidity did not part for them as they carried on.