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By mid-morning Fenna halted at a rock ledge overlooking a shallow basin. A thin waterfall trickled down one side, pooling in a clear pond ringed by obsidian gravel, a natural filtration. Thick vine thickets marked the basin's edges, but the inner ground was relatively flat.
She glanced back at Zephyr, raising a brow. "Shelter walls?"
He studied the geography of the place. Ridge behind, water source (a huge plus point), established vantage, plenty of sets for his traps, and enough open sky for Star and Aurora. He noted a lone hawthorn tree overhanging the basalt bluff saying, "It's perfect for us."
"I like it," he said. "Two blind approaches, one hard cover for reserves."
They descended.
