<span style="font-style: italic">It was finally quiet; after days of running from men, hounds, hunting birds, and trackers, Na'vee finally felt a small bit of hope blossom inside of her. Although she knew her charges were important,  she couldn't believe she had been running to them, avoiding cities and comfort, hiding in trees, killing men and animal, and missing her home for nearly six winters. How would she get them to their kyn? Where was their mother? All the questions slowly filled her mind as silence and calm filled her for the first time since the men found her trail.<br/><br/>The smell of the night flowers engulfed the Dragon-born girl as she walked under the stars; the origin of her people seemed so far from her grasp that it was almost tempting to just lay in the damp grass for the night and stare up at them. Signing, Na'vee felt the sharp talons of her gyrfalcon pinch her shoulder as he tried to land delicately upon her but failed in his great majesty. Softly, she reached up and fingered the soft white feathers on his chest and smiled up at her companion as the thought of the strange man  she encountersed only an hour ago slipped into her mind. He smelled of smoke and herbs - poison, maybe - and she recalled how Swift and agile he was. Strange, she thought. <br/><br/>With swift movement, Holet turned his hooked break upward and connected with Na'vee - revealing the shape of another falcon coming right for them. </span>