Suddenly the rustling of the leaves and other various plant material stopped. Ares stopped and looked around. What? Were the birds done coming after him? Maybe they decided he wasn't worth their time. After all, he didn't have much meat on him. Ares sat up, trying to see over the bushes. They were heading in the other direction, they had given up! Ares almost uttered a sigh of relief, but held his tongue. He didn't want them to come back for him. He crouched back down and doubled back, looking for Firemantra. It was getting late and he wanted to get out of there before darkness fell.