“Spot?”  Glances towards the dog in question, pitch colored, matted fur.  “Did you name him?”  The question was clearly directed towards the blind one as the animal had no spots in sight.   Shaking his head he choose to fall back into silence as well, listening quietly as the girl whispered to her brother.   

As the night enveloped them in a nearly impenetrable darkness the young scribe could not help but deeply frown.  The wide open area of the Wastes was eerie in its own right with the expanse dotted by petrified trees, living well up to its name.  Light-brown eyes stared out into the sunless distance, what stood casted bizarre shadows across the ground, darkness mingling with darkness.

“Oof!”

Narrowed eyes fell upon the hunter as he was jostled from his thoughts by the sudden thwap of the tarp against his chest.   He was half tempted to just drop it on the ground in response yet held on to it, much rather would deal with his annoyance than the rains that washed over the Wastes.  With the lighting of the lantern he felt a small sense of relief and that pushed him to search around for something to secure the tarp to.  “Do you think we will get any rainfall tonight?”  Glances towards Johannes for a moment before stepping up to a dead tree, giving it a swift kick with his boot to test its strength.