[Blake Orpheus]:
Blake, astride Skyron, had been riding due west for the better part of 45 minutes. He was grateful the night still reigned overhead — it meant Skyron remained at full stamina, untiring for as long as darkness cloaked the sky.
"Forty-five minutes due west… maybe it's time to change direction?" Blake mused. But then he froze, turning his head sharply. 'What was that?'
Up ahead, nestled between jagged rock formations, something flickered — a flash of movement, barely perceptible, but undeniably fast. Too quick to be anything natural. It was gone in an instant, but Blake caught a glimpse: blond and fast.
"Go, Skyron. Onward," Blake said under his breath, gripping the massive wolf tighter. The chill bit at his skin, and the speed at which they tore through the terrain made it worse. He hugged Skyron closer, seeking warmth and balance.
'I need to remember to stash a jacket in my Shadow Space next time I dive into a dungeon,' he thought grimly.
[Celeste Luminaris]:
