(Shall we skip to evening?)

(ye)

(Would you like to skip this time?)

(Ne)

(Gotcha)

As the day passed, nothing eventful really happened. A few horses and carts went by, but they paid little mind to the strange travelers. As the sun began to set, Wraith stopped. "We can camp here for the night. If my memory serves me well, there isn't an inn for a few miles."

" Ok. " She watched the sun go down, the sky turning honey, then purple, then a dark blue.

Wraith hfed. He was partially glad and partially frustrated that his companion didn't talk much, but he dismissed the thought and slipped toward the woods. "I'm going to find some firewood." He mentioned idly. "I'll be back in a little."

She nodded, glancing at him slightly.

As Wraith left, he let out a soft growl. Today was not going well at all, and it was all because of--
"You looking for me?" A smooth, taunting voice rose out of the shadows, and a creature crawled out, a twisted smile on his face. "I'm hungry, Mags. Feed me."
"You're disgusting, Locke." Wraith growled as he kept walking. "Go hunt for yourself."
"Why should I? You're the one the always hunts!"

She didn't hear the growl, but she heard the conversation, just a little bit. Being...her, she decided to just ignore it.