Where the fruit cakes?

Graive's ghostly pale blue eyes narrowed slightly at Vayne's response. His casual demeanor and sharp wit were unexpected, and she found herself mildly impressed, though she would never show it. The silver wraith tilted her head, considering his words. "Fair enough," she replied, her voice still cool, though with a touch of amusement. "You're right, I wouldn't last long without a decent meal. But with your help, that might change."

She glanced around, assessing the desolate landscape. "The sun and salt are unforgiving here," she admitted, her gaze returning to him. "We both need to get to water first and foremost. It is not close. We will have to pass through two territories to the north before we can reach it. It will not be easy getting through the fjord."

She glanced at Vayne, assessing his reaction to this new information. "But, the need for water is urgent and we won't make it without it. A hunt on the way could sustain us until then. Are you still willing to join me?"

Her large frame shifted slightly, as if preparing for the long journey ahead. The silver wraith knew the risks, but in her current state, the chance of survival increased with a partner, even one as unfamiliar as this wolf.

[ 2/3 Explored a new land (The Bifrost) ]
[ 2/3 Crossed difficult terrain (The Bifrost) ]