The rising wind was rather unfortunate for Megan, as it obscured the noise of those who had, in fact, been following her for about an hour.  As twilight deepened, Megan found her clearing...a nice one about fifty yards across, through which a stream flowed.  There was a miniature plateau in the middle of it, a flat top of rock about five feet above the rest of the clearing, large enough to build a small house upon.  A full moon was rising in the East.