keep movin

He woke slowly as the sun began to set, he was stiff and sore, and something told him that it wasn’t the sunset of the same day he first woke up. His stomach growled deeply, and he had to hunt. Sleep was needed, that much was obvious in how long he’d slept, but now food was the most important. He carefully disentangled himself from Shaye’s side, loathe to wake her now. She deserved to sleep as much as he did, and if he didn’t think she would be worried if he left her, Rhyme would already be off hunting their breakfast.

He shook himself and yawned but his senses weren’t subdued. His ears twitched as the sound of heavy footsteps through the woods around them. Rhyme couldn’t put foot steps to size or species though. He had a bad feeling. He returned to Shaye’s side, and if she hadn’t yet woken he would do so now. "Shaye,” He said softly, standing over her protectively. "Wake up, something is out there.” Worry seeped into his voice, his dark hackles raising along his back. No one was going to touch her.

"Speech"