For a long time after Pierrot left them the Willow did not move from the spot where she had seated herself beside Baree.

It was at last the deepening shadows and a low rumble in the sky that roused her from the fear of the things Pierrot had told her.

When she looked up, black clouds were massing slowly over the open space above the spruce tops.
Darkness was falling.

In the whisper of the wind and the dead stillness of the thickening gloom there was the sullen brewing of storm.

Tonight there would be no glorious sunset.