Zane ceased his droning as he realized that Owlet had fallen asleep, a smile tugged at his lips as there was something disarmingly soft about the way a slow intake of breath could cause the young woman snuggling against him to rise ever so slightly, then fall again as he exhaled. Looking around the cavern, looking past the shifting shadows caused by the fire. The walls were littered with tools, some forged from a stone, a stick, and some twine. Others obviously stolen, as shown by the fine craftsmanship not available in a forest such at this.
In they ways of men, Owlet was little more than a child. But in the eyes of nature. She was a bold huntress, vastly independent, and worthy of respect. If she were apart of a pack, she would have been an alpha, a leader. It crossed his mind, what would cause a child to run to the woods? But it wasn't much like it mattered. The fact that she had made it this far alone was proof enough that she was more than determined to survive. Zane had many things on his mind recently. He could honestly say that he found himself missing the security of a forest. Away from eyes that judge. Away from those who don't accept what they don't understand.
The storm was quelled with the the rising of the sun. True to his word. Zane had kept the fire going all night, although how he managed to do so when he didn't appear to have moved from the spot where Owlet drifted off to sleep on him remained to be seen. Sleepless night though it was, it was what Zane had done during this night that was off per norm. That night he had spent searching the forest, not physically, no it was more of a psionic power. He was able to explore various environments. Throughout the night, he had found many animal dens, including the Stag's, a Spirit Spring, which would explain why the Stag had taken up residence here, as well as a bandit camp not far from the main road, there must have been a few dozen of them in total, but they had tools, coin, and hostages. "Today we should hunt among the wolves."
Gently placing his hand on Owlet's shoulder, he lightly shook her shoulder, "Hey, Wake up sleepy head, it's morning." Deciding if he wanted to stay here would have to wait until after the bandits were dealt with.