The sky darkened and shadows dotted the camp as thick, gray clouds slowly accumulated. The birds flew low, signaling an upcoming storm, and thunder could be vaguely heard in the distance, a wall of mist streaming down near the mountains.
Duskpaw looked up, a small raindrop falling on his little black beak, his golden gaze at the collecting clouds interrupted. He shook the water out of his eyes and searched the camp for his new mentor with a silent sigh.
Winterfrost parted the ferns as she returned to camp after her afternoon forage. She replenished the food den with fresh goods, then left to look for her new apprentice, and her eyes lit up with excitement.