She eventually run into Mab, who turns her mount the other way.

He sighs. "Yeah."

Welp, thats not who she was looking for, and shes well aware how stupid it would be to ask her. So she just turns the other way and keeps looking. Before sneezing again, and sighing in annoyance.

Actually, she didn't have much confidence they would, but for once being positive about it may actually help.

Apparently, Grim had decided to follow her, as well.



Right. Hopefully, it would.

Hopefully, yes.

She keeps sneezing. Its fairly obvious hes the cause of it, and that just makes Wren more curious. Glaze leans down and sniffs Grim, sniffing so closely he can feel her cold, wet nose on his fur.

The eerie red light outlined everyone's sharp, angular features, making them seem more inhuman than before, their eyes glowing in the shadows. The camp was quiet; nothing moved beneath the harsh red moon, and the city of tents resembled a ghost town.

Grim turned and glared at the wolf looming over him, tail flicking.

She tilts her head curiously, then gives him a tiny lick. Shes smarter than a normal wolf, so she somewhat understands that a big lick might make him angry.