RETH
While it had still been the night in which they'd been shot down, they'd first hidden among the copse of trees the bird had pointed out, looking for any further activity from the humans. But aside from a few scents on the wind, there'd been nothing. And from that spot as the night had turned into day, they'd been able to see where the desert met the shining, deadly cliffs of Midnight. A gust of dry, crackling wind had given Reth hope, and sure enough, after an hours of hunched travel, they'd found a small pool, water trickling from the highest reaches of the cliffs into what amounted to little more than a puddle.
