Overture Downs momentum for the sake of momentum

The morning, though cool, already showed promise of warmth and humidity. Mordecai found as they moved further into the tall grasses of the plain that even there lingered residual fog. But it was light in comparison to other mornings they had and if anything, only signified the persisting change of season. He hadn't noticed it, but the days were shorter now. The animals bed early and rose just as early, and he suspected that they were already on the move.

And that evidence was around them here and there, tucked away in pockets where the grass lied mashed. He passed through such a pocket, lingering long enough to gather the smell of deer and continue on. No warmth to be found there, but the scent remained strong. "They must have rested here a day or two ago," he surmised quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "Do either of you remember any streams that cut through here?" Chances were, he was willing to believe they went towards water, and hopefully had not ventured further beyond that.