Dream Wolf

4: The Camp

"Yes, we certainly do," Red sighed. "What are your names?"
"I'm Cocoa, this is Maria, and Ali's the pale one."
"I'm Ed. Sandy was named because of his hair, and Tom's the one I'm not."
The six said hi and got to know each other for a few minutes.
"We still have a problem," Ed reminded them."
"Can we fix it?" chirped an unfamiliar voice.
30 others followed. They looked around, but nobody was there.
"Look! Over there!" shouted Cocoa, pointing to a bird.
Sure enough, it sang the same words.
"How can birds talk? It's not possible," said Tom.
"Let me remind you our principal just transported us to a forest. Is that possible?" Ali said. She would have said more, but she heard an fairly ordinary noise coming from the bird's direction.
"Maybe the birds-" Maria suggested, but Ali shushed her.
"Is that a horse?" asked Sandy.
"What else would it be?"
The group ran towards the noise, Maria and Ed in the lead.
"Stop!" he yelled suddenly, and everyone obeyed.
They were looking at a highway. In the middle of what they assumed was nowhere. And there was a horse pulling a white-and-gold ribboned carriage coming up it. It was fit for a queen.
"Hey! You there!" called Sandy, waving his arms frantically. Tom pulled him back into the forest before the person in the carriage could spot him.
"Who is there?" said a feminine voice, crisp as a fresh apple.
"Nobody, madam," said a man.
"Continue, Jorge." He directed the horses onward.
"Who was that?" Sandy whispered. Tom shot a glare at him so dangerous he might have exploded.
Once the hoof clops had completely disappeared, the six came out of hiding.
"Who was that?" repeated Sandy.
"Someone dangerous," replied Ali.
Everyone else nodded.