It was almost too small to hear. Had the little thing not scrambled up to her face, close to her eyes and ears, Simmaeri would have never noticed the little outcry. With the mists dashed away bit a weak wind already, it couldn't have been another whistle in the air.

She let out a kind of rumbling whine which made the skin around her nostrils quiver.

What is this? she asked aloud, a mix of sound and thought she cast out around her. And, as she wondered, her head began to turn again and tilt, scanning the air, the ground. Another little creature?