Etsia
Something was following them. It felt a little like that feeling you got at the base of your skull when a predator was on your tail. Etsia's long ears twitched a little, but otherwise she kept her gaze at the temple --
so much cold stone. She glanced up and to the side for a moment and the hawk on the top of her backpack took flight to a seemingly random direction, its sharp eyes looking for the following predator.