Honeyed Pasture in the big rock candy mountains, there’s a land that’s fair and bright

Potentially a cameo!

Pendragon has not been sleeping much. The group stops from time to time, enough to rest the children and give the pregnant queen some respite, but he does not. It seems to him that the world is too dangerous (for the time being) and someone must keep a heavy vigil; so he does, keeping to the fringes, scouting ahead from time to time, but rarely sleeping more than an hour or two.

It is heavy and dark when he rouses from a quick nap, and when Pendragon looks around he recognizes none of the faces. He must remind himself he is with Teaghlaigh, that this is not the Vale, that he is a knight and not a prince. Once his hesitation clears and he has gotten to his feet, the sounds of running catch in his ears. He follows at a brisk pace. From a safe distance doe she stop and watch, for Arturo's wolves have begun to follow the queen, and Pendragon is unsure why.

He does not join them outright, but follows in the dark, as he has been for the past few days.