"Here goes" said Kale. He flicked the reins and Driask cantered off beside Misty Lady and Lynda  Kale looked up into the sky, he knew that the Lyrebirds would travel southwest thIs time of year, giving them a natural compass through their journey. They found a forest path in which they navigated their horses through. It had been an arduous day, but they decided to end their trek when they entered a large glen in the forest.<br/><br/>Kale shuffled through the bags and found some flint rocks and some bread. He could go hunt some meat, But instead he just decided sparking the fire and eating bread was enough. He loaded two buckets with water and gave it to the horses, running a hand over the muscular, felt-textured fur of their necks.<br/><br/>He sat down at the fire, his blue eyes glowing from the flames. "We should get water soon" he said, gesturing at the amount of water the horses gulped. He laid on his back, listening to the crackle of flames and the chirps of crickets in the night. Sparks fluttered in the air like lightningbugs to the treetops, and he watched the dark branches sway gently. He could hear. Lynda's gentle breathing nearby "Thanks for coming, Lynda, this has probably been the greatest thing that's happened to me" he paused "You're probably the only friend I've ever had", he laid his dark hair over the pillow of his hands.