"Come," Uri said, his voice a gentle command.
He led the pack down a narrow winding path. It was the only way to get off the ledge. The descent was steep, but safe.
Stepping into the caldera gave them a sense of newness. The warm air enveloped them like a blanket. The smell of damp earth, flowers, and water mixed, creating its own unique scent. The insects and birds create a symphony of life that cannot be replicated.
Willa knelt by a patch of strange blue moss. She touched it, amazed at how soft it was. Fil dipped his fingers into the stream, smiling as he watched the clear water rush past his fingers. Cato took a look at the perimeter, as if patrolling his own territory.
He was, in a way. This was now their home.
Nimo ran to a patch of soft ground near the stream. He lay down, claiming the patch of moss he lay on as his territory. Kit found some of the same moss close by, claiming that section of moss as his territory as well.
