"Mew..." Peke lets out a small sigh seeming to smile in his sleep. Yang shook his head the smell of burnt wood coming from the north of them. Smoke began to rise from the trees where they stood. Yang's face drops when he hears movement from the wagon behind them. "What's that smell?" Saruda asks tiredly as she rubs her eyes. When she is finally able to adjust her eyes to the light around her, they widen. She hops off the moving wagon running as fast as her legs could carry her. Ignoring the small branches smacking her in her face she hears running water getting near. She could practically taste the burnt wood the closer she got to the smoke in front of her.