Lyra curled herself up inside a blanket. She was tired, oh so tired. She lay her head down to rest, but right before she dozed off she heard it. Foot steps, in the woods, near by. She sat bolt up right and looked about. Normally she would have gotten up and looked around the area,, but without her powers she decided to stay put. She doused the fire, knowing that the light and heat would attract animals, but that the smoke would alert people. Then she grabbed her pack, an extra blanket, and surveyed the area.
Her spirit form being a wolf, she would have loved a nice under ground den, but she had no time to dig one. So she settled for the other extreme a tree. She scaled it easily and seated her self in the vee of a branch. She hoped that the others were doing alright and that what or who ever was nearby couldn't climb, or worse fly.