The jungle never went quiet, and that was one of the things that Psycho loved most about it.
Like him, it never stopped, it only shifted slightly to know if you were in danger or not. Sounds traded places as heat settled heavier against your skin and leaves sighed under their own weight. The air felt thick enough to press fingerprints into, and everything smelled green and alive and far too close.
And that was one of the reasons why Psycho smiled. The other one was constantly within eyesight of all four of them.
Sera stood near the edge of the clearing, one hand braced against the trunk of a massive tree, her head tipped back slightly as she breathed in the humidity like it was something she'd been missing.
Sweat clung to her skin in a fine sheen, catching the low firelight Ashkar had coaxed from the earth earlier before stepping away.
