She had needed to go, she had needed the air. The bond had fluttered, tugging her need to find her fallen mate.

Between that and the child. She still heard the haunting cries in sensitive ears. She thought she saw a tiny pale figure, but it had to have been her imagination.

The girl had just been a baby,her death a tragedy. But a tragedy that would haunt the dragoness for times to come.

Turning back toward the forest, she would follow the pathways. The creeks and the streams.

She would follow the sound of the crickets,exploring each area she came to from top to bottom.

All night she would search, stopping only as ears perked to a shuffling sound behind her.

Turning slowly,she would be greeted with the sight of nothing. An arch of an eyeridge. Maybe her ears were playing tricks on her.

Maybe it was the forest itself,telling her she needed to go on, but she still could not help but feel as if she were being followed.