Aurion gripped his staff tightly and listened to the wind for hints of any life stirring about.<br/>"This way." He said with hushed words.<br/>The brilliance of the moon penetrated the darkest depths of the wood, exposing the forest floor.<br/>"Stay close. There are clor close by. Your friends are just up ahead." The familiar cries of the clor echoed in Aurion's long ears. These shrills could only mean that the clor had found a meal . . . or was eating one.