They flew on for another twenty minutes above the tall dense sequoias. The tops of the trees were bright green from the sunlight shining on them.
All the advantages of being able to scout at a height was completely wiped out by the thick vegetation.
They could not see through to the forest floor. All they had been able to do was fly in small sections, drop down to the ground and then search through the wooded clearing for any sight of Nana.
Even with the help of illuminated blue flames, it was almost pitch black inside the forest. It was also freezing cold.
December nights were frigid in this part of the world. A light frost was on the ground and the limbs of the trees.
She had been out here all night long under these conditions. They could only hope she had found some sort of protective covering so that she could at least shelter from exposure.
