Nothing in the blackness was visible, but something, something had moved. Only slightly, a minor repositioning perhaps, but below her and unseen something had moved.
She lay still.
Her trackers should be approaching from the other side of this hollow. Their silence wasn't surprising but their absence was concerning.
Another movement. A soft sound hooded in silence, hardly more than the gentle movement of air, indicated motion. But not where Hevne believed it was. This was further off.
Grass hinted at movement.
Then silence stole everything again.
Hevne couldn't work out which was blacker. The night, or the silence.