In one of the forests of the Yanqing District, two shadows were running in the darkness as they dashed in irregular patterns at speeds impossible to follow properly with the naked eye.
The wind no longer whistled and basically howled fiercely as the branches of the trees shivered furiously. Leaves that were barely clinging to the branches near to the top, which were the ones receiving the most wind, simply flew uncontrollably through the air or were barely struggling to hold on.
"Apparently it's going to rain soon."
A male voice that was neither too deep nor too soft and was more on the magnetic side capable of attracting as if by magic broke the natural silence.
"Thankfully more wooden shelters were built." The shadow closely following the first one responded.