O.O.C.-- Must be close to nightfall by now. [/FONT]
A very good point, which I had failed to consider. Understandable, I suppose, since Narnian time differs from ours to such a degree. That's my defence anyway, and I'm sticking to it! lol
I.C: Bronon suddenly realises that night is rapidly closing in. "That's amazing!" he exclaims. "However, there are many in my country, especially amongst us younger generation, who believe as I do, that Tash does not exist. Now, I know better, I hope I never meet him!" The boy gives a shudder. Quickly changing the subject, he observes, "It's getting dark quickly, we need to find somewhere to sleep. I shall look for a hollow tree or something similar. What about yourself? Are the trees suitable for you?" He asks these questions sincerely, clearly concerned for Wideglide's needs as well as his own.
Many miles away, Sergeant Zimcar and the loyal Narnians with him have established a camp and are preparing to settle down for the night.
Even further away, Sareg is hurrying back to his camp. (O.O.C: I assume wolves can see in the dark?)
Meanwhile, even further south, the hunting party is getting near to their camp. Suddenly a dark shape, leaps out in front of them, blocking the path. It is Parcash, another senior wolf. "Go no further, if you value your lives!" he orders. "Whilst you have been away we've been busy too! Upon the orders of Lord Zamron and Captain Ashraf we have laid and hidden many lethal traps and snares leading from here into our camp. Follow me, treading where I tread, and you will pass without injury or worse!" Soon the hunting party cross safely into the camp at Beaversdam.