~ HARTH ~
Dawn was just creeping up over the distant mountains when Harth crept out of the encampment. Although the hunters and cooks would be up, the landscape of this strange land offered a great deal of cover. Once she got out of the tent town it was never difficult to avoid the eyes of her brothers and sisters.
It was, in part, why she'd gotten away with her subterfuge for so long. Still, Kyelle wouldn't be pleased. Harth's stomach tingled with nerves at the thought of what might happen if she was caught travelling again. Kyelle had nearly shifted last time—her talons were razor sharp, and that hooked beak!
Harth knew she shouldn't be leaving. Had resolved the night before that she wouldn't! Then she'd once again woken with that undeniable knot in her stomach.
Something was wrong, but she couldn't know what.
It was the most terrifying and frustrating feeling of her existence.
