Neverwinter Forest after the storm

Deshyr had been strangely quiet during the trip, speaking only in mumbles and short, clipped sentences. She was still very salty about this whole thing. No doubt, once she got used to their new territory and they were all settled in, things would be different but, for now, the girl refused to look her parents in the eye, upset by how sudden this all seemed.

Dutifully though, she still fulfilled the task of carrying tiny Eshe, thankful for being given the smallest pup, for as mad as she was at the both of them, she did not envy Rannoch and Liffey's own cargo. Her little sister was quiet and complacent, unlike her larger, more boisterous brother and sister. Those two kept their parents busy during every rest stop, which gave Deshyr time to have a moment to herself to stew in her teenage angst.

She lagged behind the group as they came to a rest, Rannoch announcing that this was a safe spot for the night. Liffey responded by flopping down next to him and Deshyr almost went to do the same. But no. She was mad at them. Instead she planted her butt down firmly a few paces away, looking away from the group and into the darkness of the surrounding forests. The fur at her neck prickled. She couldn't tell if it was because of exhaustion, unfamiliarity, or just plain old stress, but the entire time they were travelling, she felt as if they had eyes upon them. As if something was lurking in the shadows, always staying just out of sight.