It was midnight, the forest trees swayed in the cool breeze as the night bugs chirped. A small, yet built figure, hooded, walked out from behind a bush, carefully looking for any movement. Seeing none, she ran across the small clearing, and dived into another thicket of bushes. A soft bird call was issued, and before long, two other hooded figures appeared, one in the others arm. The one ran across as well. Silently, the group re-arranged themselves in a large tree's hollow, and sat. They set the one figure down, and removed their hoods.
Morzath and Meraena.
The Elf removed her jacket, and sat down, the fabric covering most of her.
The other figure, Morzath, replicated the Elf's action, but put it on the sleeping figure.
The two figures began talking, one looking in distress, the other seemingly unwavering.
We can't start a fire, we'll be seen.