Deepwood Weald loneliness lingers through unfamiliar towns

Confusion drew itself across Kalika's face, though instinct told her to follow Akantha's lead. She crouched lower to the ground and lifted her hackles, her low and swaying. Doing as she was told, Kalika remained close enough to Akantha to feel their fur entangle with one another. Though she wanted to ask what was wrong and what exactly they seemed to be sneaking away from, she allowed the silence to brew and grow, engrossing them both.