Larksong Grotto blame it on the time

Even though Gavriel designated himself to be Seregrýn’s guard, keeping up with her hadn’t been the easiest job. Controlling Vercingetorix on the trip here had been tough enough but the young girl had eluded him for the time being and his search started to feel useless. They had a common goal to find their heda and he’d been able to doubt her entire purpose of losing him. She couldn’t be far or without somewhere he could easily find with an urgent call to the heavens. He could only hope her training had given her enough logic to not completely avoid his intentions.

Getting to where he stands had been tough, his paws sore from the steep decline of a mountainous terrain, but he doesn’t show up empty handed when he gets to the base. A scent draws his attention. It’s not the elusive Fos Goufa as he hoped but perhaps someone that could lead him in the right direction. Or an easier way out of this place. He won’t find the incline of his escape any easier and approaching someone made him a little uneasy, even if he tried to remain optimistic. 

The scent doesn’t lead anywhere in particular and he quickly glances upward, catching a glimpse of silver as she hovers over a ledge Gavriel isn’t sure he can get to. He offers a chuff, hoping to draw enough attention to himself.