Finding what is lost

He shook his head at her question. He had no idea, but the distance might in part explain why his absence had taken so long. With a little bit of luck, they would be returning with the young Blacksmith. Certainly they couldn’t afford to be losing more wolves… he pushed down the pang that rattled across his heart.

She trotted off to fulfil his command, and he grabbed his own back, which he had already prepared. He had seen to what he needed to before going to fetch Ignita. So all he had to do was wait for her arrival. She trotted into view, her bag bulging across her tiny form. He wordlessly grabbed the edges of it and hooked it over her shoulder. Stuffing it into his larger bag. He clipped the handle of the bag around one leg so it would settle at his side. “Alright, we’re off’ He agreed. Taking only one companion with him - his falcon. The extra pair of eyes might come in handy.

The two trotted out of Armada territory, and skirted around the battlefield. Walking through the day until they reached a stream. It was getting late by then. Hmm… “You get a chill too easily. Climb on my back.” He ordered her. The cold bothered him a great deal less, and he was tall enough that he should manage to keep her dry if he didn’t splash too much.