The hearth had ceased it's crackling, and the steady breathing of two people and a child sleeping filled the room with its peaceful timbre. It was a sound of uneasy trust and genuine care, even though one of the three would never readily admit as such.

A sliver of a sound disturbed the peace of the small house. It wasn't loud or sudden, not at all. It started as a whisper and turned into a rumour. Something not quite proven to be real but growing in volume nonetheless, until the rumour reached the large, wounded, bear of a man trying to hear the truth of it ever since it touched his ears.

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

And then the truth reached him. They had been surrounded.