Not that Devika minded. There was comfort in the silence, in the stillness that blanketed the world. She moved through the trees like a shadow—silent, ever vigilant. A flicker of movement caught the edge of her vision.
She paused.
Eyes narrowing, she tracked the silver figure as it slipped between the trunks, loping with purpose. With little else to occupy her, she shifted her course, trailing behind at a careful distance.
Watching.
Curious.