[Nevtalathiel]

After such harsh words from Culloth and the momentary lack of recognition she had recieved from Bulvard, Tumnaooriel felt that she wanted to be alone for a while. Walking away from the group no longer worried her and she felt as if it would please Culloth, who seemed to have taken a sudden dislike to her.
Aware that there were wargs in the vicinity, she walked only a short distance before looking for a suitable tree to climb, choosing one with a stout trunk and a few solid branches at around chest height. After several minutes of scrabbling she was perched on branch which she hoped would be just out of reach of any warg jaws. She would have been unwilling to climb any higher even if she had the stregth to.
She sat and mused over the events of the past days and found herself quietly singing the song Bulvard had sung on the night she had scared him so badly. She still didn't fully understand what was going on and suddenly realised that it scared her. Bulvard's behaviour towards her was erratic; sometimes he was scared of her, sometimes indifferent; sometimes affectionate. What was to stop him suddenly becoming violent? She shivered at the prospect and tried to think of something else.