Rem sneezed, his eyes narrowing as a strange thought crossed his mind. "I wonder if someone's talking about me."
His black hair ruffled in the gentle evening breeze, and his crimson eyes glowed faintly in the fading light.
He stared out at the creek that flowed quietly before him, its surface shimmering with the colors of the setting sun.
Nearby, the twins were struggling to set up the tent.
Kiara was holding the poles steady while Luke fumbled with the instructions, clearly more interested in teasing his sister than getting anything done right.
Rem couldn't help but chuckle as he watched them, though a sinking feeling crept up on him.
The night was falling quickly, and he realized with a start that he had completely forgotten to stock up on supplies before rushing out of town.