Broken promises

The dark of night was starting to really and truly set in now, and Helios shifted. Nat lay at his side her sides rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep. She looked so peaceful, as though the whirlwind events of the past few weeks could not touch her here, here she was safe. The russet man turned his gaze to the world outside the den, stars just visible in the sky. With a sigh the man lay his head on his paws and closed his eyes, willing a peaceful sleep to find him.
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The landscape shifted around him, unfamiliar trees touched an unfamiliar sky and though he should have been scared all he felt was peace. A strange calm had descended upon him and he carried it with him as he wandered the unknown forest before him. A familiar scent drifted around him and despite the pain it carried with it, he was determined to track it down; legs carrying him faster and faster towards where Hermes? scent was leading him.

"Speech"