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She has drifted off to sleep on the blanket and he gently separates himself from her embrace, rising to dress quietly. Looking around the clearing he sends a whisper riding outward along the air currents in the directions of the wolves, “I shall not be far.” He kneels beside her, pulling the cloak with his clasp close to where she might easily reach it. Kissing her lightly upon the cheek, he rises and slinging his bow over his shoulder moves quickly and silently to the base of the cliff. He stands still noting the movements of the air and glances back into the clearing where KayLisa is still sleeping. Stepping between the moist and water-smoothed boulders near the falls he begins to climb, moving nimbly and rapidly up the cliff face with an almost reckless freedom. The sheer fact of this motion within his limbs eases his mind well before he has reached the jagged spike of stone jutting outward from the summit of the falls. Standing at the edge of the spike his eyes search the northern skies noting a strange darkness near the distant hills. Cursing inwardly, he takes the bow into his hands. Sitting upon a stone ledge, he draws the bow across his knees and looking outward toward the hills sends his sight out along the moving currents of air.
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