Chapter Ten
Aegle sat down beside Callan, tucking his long white tail around his paws. They looked down on the camp from the high riverbank. Since they had joined the Storm, they had developed many habits formerly unknown to them. One was keeping an eye on the inside of the camp as well as guarding the boundary. They continued to be fascinated by the activities of the tribesfolk.
Callan turned his head from side to side in a careful consideration of the early morning quiet that reigned below. Soon, the tribesfolk would be waking and stretching, banging pots and stirring up their fires. And talking. They were very noisy neighbours. There! A child had begun to wail inside one of the tents, and adult humans began to make a fuss of it.
Callan yawned then shook himself to his feet. ‘All well
