Nocturnal Whispers
The darkness deepened around their campsite, and with it came the nocturnal chorus of the woods. But interspersed with the crickets and the hoots of night birds were less familiar sounds—soft splashes from the river, a brush of movement against the undergrowth.
Caleb’s hand edged towards the flashlight, his thumb tapping against the handle in a nervous rhythm. Each new sound seemed to tighten the strings of tension among them, and the night air grew thick with the weight of whispered uncertainties.