A Cold sweat - Rex and Ethan
Ethan walked back from the forest alone, just as he wanted. He felt calm, his head wasn't swimming with the white noise that he was accustomed to, he knew that he could handicap himself and lower his ability, but he wanted to stay sharp. He was scared of being caught off guard, he sacrificed his own peace of mind so that he could save himself and hopefully others that could possibly be around him. Even though, he has grown numb to the static that shook his skull.
The path back to the barn was quiet, no rustling of leaves, no fluttering of wings. The still silent night made Ethan feel uneasy, it was cliche for Ethan to think, but it was too quiet. Especially for him.
He still had maybe less than a mile to walk before he got to the barn. The sounds of the barn were now in his range. He could hear people talking and laughing. Someone was taking a piss. And farther off someone was getting his/her rocks off. If people only knew how much Ethan could really hear, they'd keep their mouths shut. But Ethan never tried to eavesdrop, alone he left his hearing alone, but around more people he tried to tone it down. He couldn't help but hear a small slice of a sentence once or twice. Some people just never understood that. They hated him. He never really cared for those people.
Ethan got cold.