The meadow is dotted with wildflowers, their sweet smell mellowed by the scent of the earth and all the other greenery surrounding them. The tall grass hides them from view, rising up above where they're settled in a hollow under the enormous tree growing in the middle of the clearing. It's peaceful. The sounds of birds and rustling leaves and grass fills the air, and the sky above is a perfect blue dotted with storybook clouds, and Jamie is settled beside him, in reach, and, for the moment, not in any pain. Alex closes his eyes and basks in the quiet contentment he can feel drifting over to him from his brother's mind.
The old Esche pack lands aren't really any safer than anywhere else in what is now Lowell territory, but at least they're familiar. It's not as though it's possible to hide - not really - so they might as well take what comfort they can while they can get away from the rest of the pack. They're busy enough with posturing at the visiting(/intruding, or possibly invading, depending on who you ask) pack that the twins were given a rare chance to retreat out here without anyone noticing. Hopefully it'll be a few hours yet before they're discovered.
