The moment Thalina had finished her meal, her energy surged, anticipation crackling in the air.
Eyrx, though clearly displeased, reluctantly stood, his sharp silver eyes flicking toward her as he adjusted his cloak.
"Let's go then," he muttered, rolling his shoulders, his muscular frame unfurling as he moved with that natural predator's grace.
Thalina didn't have to tell him twice. She was already pulling on her foot wear and gathering her things with a speed that matched the urgency in her heart.
The journey to Mistfang Ridge had to be swift if she wanted to get the herbs and still make it back before dark.
Vanora fluttered up, landing on Thalina's shoulder with a soft chirp of excitement.
"Alright, we're off," Thalina said, a spark of determination lighting up her eyes.
The air was sharp with the scent of pine and the crispness of the wild terrain around them.
Eyrx's long, serpentine tail swayed behind him, a subtle warning to anyone who might get too close.
