The campfire had burned to embers, but the heat of the day still hung in the heavy night air. Very faint, along the tops of the trees there was a subtle glow - the city in the distant, the eternal flame of civilization never far enough away. Lance sighed(more) out a noise of discontent, sitting up on the blanket they'd fallen asleep on, and watched Shiro sigh in his sleep but not wake.
Everything was quiet, in the way a forest wasn't. It was what had woken Lance, sweat-slick and too warm in the still summer air, and the absence of noise was deafening in its own way.
Keith said, softly, from across the smouldering campfire, "it's a mountain lion."
Lance glanced in his direction, but he was already a wolf, tail up and watching in one particular direction. Lance's heart beat hard, the only weapons they had were their teeth and claws and James's gun, and James didn't appear to have woken either.
Slowly, slowly the sounds of the forest at night resumed. Insects and birds and owls returned to their usual business, and Keith the wolf became Keith the man again, standing stock still and staring out the way Lance presumed the mountain lion had gone.
"Are we safe?" Lance asked, quiet.
Keith glanced over at him and smiled easy, and it was weird because he and Keith had never gotten along but ever since Shiro had been hurt it was like... Keith accepted Lance, now. He didn't know how to take it. "They don't really bother people, but that one got a little too close."
"You're sure it was a lion?" Lance asked, because that uncomfortable tingle remained, the hint of magic he recognized but an undercurrent he did not.