And so it begins...

Eye of the Storm was quiet since the meeting with Madam Eva. He had heard a great deal that he did not like the sound of. He could see the words had snared his companions or, more aptly put, put the noose around their necks. The poor fools. He could see they wanted to stay. He sat down in the dark, his yellow eyes picking them out easily in the dark. Darkcloud, his faithful companion, had laid her head on his lap, sensing his unease. His mind darkened, Eye of the Storm stroked her fur with absent thought..