Rythm twirled once more. The wind began to blow even more. Hmmph... he thought. He turned his head to look behind hiim. He could scent something. In the distance gloomy, dark clouds began to multiply quickly. A storm. He shouldn't be flying in one so close. It looked pretty bad. Too bad, it had been a nice day.
Rythm flicnhed from his thoughts as a couple of droplets hit him in the face. He turned downward and began to dive for the forest floor. Landing, he tucked in his wings and noticed he was by the camp. Still, no one was active. Tired, I guess..