Exton

Slipping into the darkness, he closes his eyes and wills another shape. Moments later a large Hell Hound trots into the deeper shadows and is gone.

The boathouse is much as it has been. Nothing is out of place, but there is the pervasive scent of Morgan in the bedroom and other rooms, clear evidence that she was there. Keon throws open the windows and door to let in the night breeze. There is a scratch at the door and he watches as Ron peeks around it. At his nod, the werefox slips inside.

"You aren't sleeping here, are you?"

Keon looks around, and steps outside. "I guess nae. I intended to."

Keon leans on the railing, watching the small swells in the lake. Ron leaves the boat, returning moments later with two bedrolls.

"I've been sleeping in the woods, watching for any return of her people. So have some of the others. A few came looking for her, but left real quick... or not at all." The young man smiles, a slow vicious grin.

Ron busies himself unrolling the bags. "I figured we could sleep out here and get a start on cleaning in the morning. What do you say? You look beat, man." Keon stares out at the lake and nods. "By the way, the old sea hag came by. She said she would return."

Keon nods and lays down on one of the sleeping bags, his gaze never leaving the waters. Ron turns to watch the woods, knowing there were others out there, watching the shadows. In moments the two men slip into dreams.