Sequoia Coast the seasalt brothers

Lethe smiled adoringly at his reflection, insisting that he had already eaten his half. Dori eyed him suspiciously, but accepted the gift without vocalising a complaint - they would hunt together in the morning.

Whilst Dori ate, the wind picked up. It seemed the storm had followed them from the ruins of Karthas. He raised his head from the food, drawing exaggerated breaths of salty air into flared nostrils. "Lethe.." The voice was a worried one. "Should we.. move up into the forest? I don't want to get crushed by a tree after all that.. "