The sky was slowly darkening, the vibrant orange and gold hues of the setting sun giving way to deepening shades of violet and blue. It was the natural signal they needed to start searching for a place to camp. Yet, tonight, the decision wasn't as simple as before.
At the very forefront of the caravan, Commander Valerie sat atop her tiger, her gaze locked on the path ahead while listening to the voices surrounding her. Beside her, Larissa remained equally alert, her usual composed demeanour carrying an extra edge of sharpness. Around them, several scouts stood in a loose semi-circle, their tigers shifting restlessly beneath them as they discussed the matter at hand.
"The prints were deep. Heavy movement. If we camp anywhere too open, we're leaving ourselves exposed," one of the scouts muttered, his brow furrowed in concern. "The beasts may have moved on, but that doesn't mean others won't pass through."