Her perception was keen as a hawk and she spied several dozen tracks that had come from the tall brush.  Grass had bent under talons and yet they had been set deep in the soil. Meaning they stayed very very still observing them. True to the intelligence of a pack predator these things were trying to ambush them. Fortunately they didn't get their meal. But she does note that this trail they were on was getting more dense and thick. They would need their edged weapons to start cutting a path onwards. For the moment it seems like the threat to them had been bested and they would be able to continue their watch.<br/><br/>But when dawn came the sun didn't rise. Instead it came from up above as the floating islands above veer left to expose this strange red disc of potent light that lingers over them all. It was indeed a sun but it was nob the one they were used to seeing. Carissa was keen enough to spy this upon the morning. But now they had to press on. Somehow they would need to find a structure or outpost to make their camp.