inner peace

Eli's form continued to shift atop her, making Aryn feel all that much more in danger if he was sensing threats from different sides of the forest. How the hell was she ever going to make it home? His reply brought from her a soft anxious bubble of laughter - an inappropriate response, she assumed, but there was some wiggle room in what was acceptable when you were pretty sure you were going to die. "Fair point." Though she did not see an unfriendly side to the alpha, it would be stupid to assume that the leader of a mercenary pack was incapable of cruelty.

Aryn's ears perked at the repeated whisper, hearing no discernable words or syllables but recognizing it as a voice nonetheless. Her head lifted slightly and she shuffled on her belly so she might be able to curving her muzzle around his limb to investigate. The low hanging fog was hard to peer through and somehow seemed to be growing thicker, and as she squinted into the mist Aryn thought she could almost see a discernible shape within the faint blue glow. She opened her mouth to say as much to Eligos when the fog parted suddenly to give way to a vaporous, swirling blue cloud of mist that - as it advanced upon them - condensed into something large and almost canid.