Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

Potema looked into this loner's eyes, noticing the exhaustion slowly creating a film over his eyes. Fun and remarkable as that experience was, being thrown in the air and crash-landing had to be tiring. She didn't bring it up, a natural distrust for strangers, coinciding with the current conditions prevented her from making the suggestion. He would have do deal with this himself. He was a loner after all. Isn't this what they did?


"Probably." They should know that Potema was capable of taking care of herself, Damien and Cicero too. The pack shouldn't worry about a few pups, Meldresi's children or not. "I'm not far though, it's ok." She shrugged. "Why, are you worried about me or something?"