The Tangle it is what it is til it ain't anymore

Saoirse has a tendency to hide behind a mask; one that she has mended to her face ever since she was forced into the whims of royalty and her parents bidding. Shigetoshi is not too different, for the journey he was forced to follow forbid the male from being the happy-go-lucky prankster of his youth. Destined to be a failure, a disappointment. Both of them agreed to such a fate, but neither wished to doom Saoirse to an early grave.

Shigetoshi worries that is what they have done. Here in these Wilds that are unfamiliar. The constant dusting of snow from their home left behind long ago, and it is as if the seasons began changing the further they ventured. Winter mending into Spring, and finally into the heat of Summer... wearing on the northerners. He is grateful the night brings them relief. It will take hours for the coolness to settle, but soon enough.

He will remain strong, for this is the only option they have left.

As you wish. Shigetoshi bows his head. The path he has been eyeing takes them further west, but he is uncertain how safe this area is for passing through. The rocks are loose here, please mind your step. Already, just the few feet he has traveled, Shigetoshi grimaces at the shifting of his weight and how unstable it is. The sharpness of the rocks, too, pricks at his pawpads.