After a quick rest and refuel, the crew gets back to moving on! The passage of time creeps along as you travel.
You’ve been walking for the better part of the day now, it feels… Exhausting. The only indicator of the passage of time is the orange glow of the sunset shifting the flecks of light to an amber color. It simultaneously feels like it’s been 8 hours and it’s been 2 hours all at once, but it’s growing harder to take steps, as your muscles and mind groan for rest, between the trek and managing the sheep. Stopping them from straying from the path. You begin to hear rustling in the bushes nearby, a flash of small spots of bright green from within the foliage before they disappear. The rustling continues beside you, growing further away, closer, further away, closer. Occasionally, you hear a low rumble of a growl, but no attacks come to you or the flock. This continues for over an hour. Eventually, whatever creature is following you seems to disappear and part ways. The knowledge of the beast’s presence in the area looms over you.
Exhaustion takes you. It’s dark out, and the cool temperature of the night embraces your body. All you can think about is sleep, and the flock seems to think the same, as some of the youngest and the oldest sheep are beginning to lag and limp behind, ready for food and rest. Eventually, you reach a small clearing with enough space to pitch a tent and light a fire, but you barely have enough energy left to do even that.
