It was a rainy afternoon, in the warrenfall plains. A small stream cut through it, small fish would come up to the surface looking for food. A crow in a nearby tree cawing for his friends.
The three Vayrons, Quilo, London and Lyon would still be watching over a herd of 40 sheep. They had about two and a half days left before they were expected to return the group to their home. They spent some of the last few days getting to know one another, among watching the sheep of course. ...
