Time Keeps Marching On

Álarr followed after Jynn though he took his time in getting turned around. He really did not want to travel with wet feet. Once he was outside he followed Jynn's gaze and swiftly agreed with her in going west. He had been to the briar before and had gotten his horns terribly tangled, he'd much prefer to avoid thick and tangled vegetation, especially in the middle of night when it was harder to see where one was going. "Well, after you." She was the navigator after all and had traveled more frequently between Boreas and Auster than he had. Álarr trusted she knew what she was doing.