Where the fruit cakes?

Graive's expression remained neutral as Vayne spoke, his bluntness and honesty not lost on her. In fact, she found it refreshing - there was no pretense, no games. Just straightforward survival instincts, something she could respect with where she came from. The silver wraith inclined her head slightly, acknowledging his words.

"Very well," she replied, her tone as steady as ever. "I don't expect any favors, and I won't slow you down. We both know what is at stake."

Her gaze swept over the barren landscape, already calculating the best route to find prey while making their way north. "We'll start by heading up the cliffs of Faller's Fjord," she said, taking the lead with the graceful stride only a feline could accomplish. Her lean frame moved with a purposeful stride that belied her skinny state; a testament to the fact that she was used to her own body being this way.

As she moved, she kept one angled ear back toward Vayne, aware of his presence and the delicate balance of their temporary alliance. "Let's see where fate leads us, indeed," she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to him, as they set off on their journey.

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