Fairspell Meadow Auspicious Anomalancy

He was pleased to have a partner to travel with. While not a gregarious creature, Corvus was still a wolf, and the long stretch of solitude was wearing away at his mind. The nosferatu felt her gaze rove him again, hot gems dragging over his scars. He didn't mind much, though he wondered what she was thinking. Everyone formed their own judgement of him based on them alone.

Conversation was a welcome distraction. Zafina mentioned a pack she'd encountered in the past, a memory sparked by his name. Where is this 'Eastern half of the world'? That sounds far from here, Was his puzzled reply. Maybe she was talking nonsense again. If that were the case, he was interested to know how she believed she got there.

They neared the edge of the meadow, and trees began to trickle into view. Corvus steered himself towards a girthy one, desperate to have some reprieve from the vicious wind. He sat down next to the massive trunk, and it was then he realized how weary his body was not only from constant travel but fighting the elements. The mercenary wouldn't complain, though.