''Like wise,'' liem said, ''hang on, listen...it's quite, too quite,'' his big white ears twiched. He held her close, he didn't mean to, is jest a habit of tension (think of a light hug). No city noice, no bird song, ever the wind made no noise as it blow through the trees. Slowly, he put a fist to his side, he muttered a spell as his fist was engulfed in a black flame. He gasped at the loss of energy from the spell, 'damn it, at this rate I wouldn't have the energy to do anything if a pred turns up'.