They were all dressed in matching camouflage, wearing camping gear on their backs. They all looked nearly the same, except Luke didn't want to touch a damn rifle.
They trodded through the forest, then somehow came out into a clearing that had mostly tall brown-reddish underbrush and shrubs, and some sparsely dotted trees. Luke had no idea how they got there. His sense of direction was completely screwed up the moment the town was out of sight in the woods.
And one minute they were talking normally, the next they were whispering. He didn't see anything, and didn't know what brought on the change. He saw Silla pointing to something in the grass.
"Look," he whispered. "Moose bed."
Luke came over, wondering what the heck he was talking about, until he saw the flattened patch of grass.
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