The settlement was a hive of activity.
Everywhere Ren looked, people moved with purpose. Tents were being collapsed, carts were loaded, children ushered along with tired but determined urgency.
The sound of quiet voices and the clatter of belongings filled the air. Spears were packed, armor was strapped. There was no panic, but urgency clung to the camp like a fog.
The sun was already trying to set, casting orange streaked light over the valley as if trying to offer comfort.
Ren stood near the edge of what had once been their corner of the settlement. Beside him, Lilith remained silent, watching as two teenage boys wrestled with the ropes of their tent, finally managing to bring it down with a triumphant grunt.
Her white cloak fluttered slightly in the evening breeze. "They're moving fast." She murmured, her eyes narrowing. "Faster than I expected."
