It is not long past dawn. The sun casts an angled pattern of shadow and light through the trees, made hazy by a lingering fog. Dew clinging to the trees makes the forest sparkle in a sight as beautiful as the stars.

Tarek left Hannah's side at first light to patrol the forest for danger. Evren didn't ask him to do it, but he feels it's his duty to help. He found no danger this morning and snatched a few bites of breakfast along the way. His heart is full and so is his belly, so his spirits are high. Tarek traces a path back to where he left Hannah and Yngvar this morning.

The forest around him is still and quiet, so he kicks up his heels like no one is watching. Tarek swings his heal low and hops down the trail like a foal in frolic. All four feet leave the ground, jumping over nothing, and kicking out at the spaces between the trees. He swings his mane wild. Small squeals of joy escape his lips.

He hopes Hannah and Yngvar are still waiting where he left them. His heart beats and eager rhythm in his chest. He can't wait to stir up a game with Yngvar. Tarek comes upon the familiar copse of trees and all four feet find the ground. He makes his entrance, winded and smiling, a light sheen of sweat on his coat.