Pressing my face against the tent wall I could follow her progress for a little while since she was the only moving object out there.

He turned his head to stare at the tent wall.

Then she phased out of sight and walked through the tent wall.

A hand sign from him made them duck back into the shadows of the tent walls.

The wind was pressing the tent wall so hard against my face that I couldn't breathe.

He spoke through the tent walls, and then went inside.

I could see water stains on the tent wall over my bed.

He turned his face away, and stared at the tent wall.

He turned away and stared at the tent wall, bitterly disappointed.

Nothing but some blood on the tent wall and the ground.