Jet watched his sister limp out of the medicine den. The word 'Walk' sounded good too him. "Yeah-...I need some fresh air." He said, weaving passed the willow leaves. The sky had grown down to a dark blue color, bright stars shown in the sky and thin sheets of fluffy clouds dappled the large black blanket that was the sky. He spotted Skye in the nestled in the clearing. "Hey, you wanna go out for a stroll with me?" He asked in a slightly whispered tone-