Drew had rested in Mystery's arms, relaxed and sleepy, dozing for a while on the bank of the lake. It felt blissful and isolated, but also a totally beautiful, natural paradise. They found themselves surrounded by the noise of so many living things but with a complete absence of humans or any other human-kind. These sounds brought them a sense of peace and calm after the violent and wild abandonment of earlier. Neither wanted to move, but suddenly Mystery stiffened.
Drew, who was acutely in tune with Mystery, also stiffened and whispered into her ear, "What is it, Mist? What do you hear?" He trusted this instinct of hers since the situation that she and his sister had experienced with the evil old crone in the mountain caves.
Mystery sucked in a small breath, then breathed out, "There's
